Chapitre 1: Chapter 1- It's Just Another Way At Dork~...Right?
In Action, West London, a mother and daughter lived together, going through the usual routine of school and work. Ever since they moved there from America 4 years ago, things seemed to have settled down for the two of them; having picked up the local accent to an extent.
Living together in one room might be tough for other children at that age, but they were close enough that it didn't matter much. After all, they managed to get through so much for this semblance of a normal life that they have.
In this room, a blonde woman in her thirties woke up to an alarm, quickly reaching out to turn it off before it woke up the other rooms occupant. She sat up, yawning and stretching her slim shoulders and back, not surprising if you take into account the heavy front "baggage" she has to carry around all the time.
Having stretched the sleep right out of her body, she swung her toned and long legs over the edge of the bed. Of her 172cm height, more than half were thanks to her legs. She touched her toes for a quick stretch before getting up, it wasn't much of stretch consider her legs weren't held straight.
She then sneaked out with practiced steps, avoiding the parts of the floor that would make too much sound with ease; it was her usual routine.
She stepped out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen, passing a few rooms in the process. It was filled with the other occupants of the large house, it was a 'house share' property.
As she went past the shoe rack, she put on her slippers. A pair of soft, small feet that would make any woman envious of those slippers disappeared from view.
She then walked into the kitchen while humming a soft tune, preparing a small school lunch box. She herself wouldn't need it as lunch was available at work.
The toilet was upstairs yet for whatever reason, she always came down to prepare the lunch box first every.single.time.
Sighing, she went upstairs swearing for umpteenth time that next time she would remember to use the toilet first.
For what it's worth, the view of her well shaped butt as she went up the stairs in pyjamas was worth her forgetting it each time. If only there was someone around to enjoy it.
Going to the toilet she quickly identified her toothbrush and put it to use. Despite her ripe and perfect figure, her features weren't as clearly 'mature'. At first glance you'd think she's a university graduate, a second look and you'd realise she's older than that. However, her slight baby-fat made it hard to realise she was in fact 32 years old.
The sight of her small mouth had always been very erotic when brushing her teeth, something she was aware of but could never manage to change.
She applied her usual skincare routine with minimal makeup since she never felt the need for it; her good skin was the only thing she had going for her without effort.
She then brushed her hair and added a little cream. Letting it cascade down. Her wavy blonde hair gave her a soft, slightly glamourous vibe. She looked like a more motherly version of Scarlett Johansson... and 'bigger'. With preparations finally complete she went down yet again and prepared some boiled eggs with a few croissants she bought yesterday as breakfast.
For her daughter a bowl of cereal with a toast was fine, she hadn't had that for a while and it was her favourite. Not because she was feeling lazy today... yup, that's definitely not why.
She managed to have it prepared in 10 minutes, during which she spent her time enjoying the cool moist air through the back door, her mind freshened but she shivered slightly in her black silk pyjamas.
It was a small guilty pleasure of hers, two sensitive little cherries poked through from the cold, giving her goosebumps as they brushed across the smooth silk that hid them from the world. It had rained again last night and the smell it left in the air was something she loved.
Breakfast was ready so she went to their room again and knocked on the door, there was no reply she so went in and called out, "Baby, wake up. It's nearly eight and you'll be late if I let you sleep any longer."
A soft moan from the land of the dead came from the bed, along with some shuffling that would convince no one that she was getting up. Sighing, Catherine went over only to see a cute little butt sticking out the quilt, giggling at the funny posture she decided to teach this lazy little piggy a lesson.
She walks over and raised her hand, "Since you won't wake up here's a little surprise~" and down came a small, fair hand. A smack then a squeal of surprise follows it immediately, A small delicate face suddenly appeared with a wronged and embarrassed look.
Her exquisite features were dyed red as covered bum, looking at her mom she pouted, "Mom! Was that really necessary?!"
She chuckled as she raised an eyebrow, "Well didn't that have nice effect? You got up in no time! I'll be using this little tactic in the future if you don't wake up."
Blushing even further she turned her face away, "Humph, domestic abuse and you're proud of it." When she saw her mother's eyebrow had risen further as she reached out to her sides, she jumped up and escaped the room while giggling.
She had long learnt not to stay around to try her mother's profound tickling skills, she never managed to win. Her small, adorable feet pattered across the room, taking her to her destination: the bathroom.
A normal day, a normal morning. Putting on her wine-coloured pencil skirt, white shirt and blazer, which was the only part that was uniform at her work.
She looked at her stockings and nodded in satisfaction, these new ones were even better looking than she thought, she didn't usually wear black but these had just the right amount of transparency.
Liliana, or Lily as everyone called her came into the room and tossed her pyjamas, consisting of dolphin shorts and a white silk camisole, onto the chair beside the bed. Her flawless, pale skin showcasing its perfection without a single blemish.
At 151cm she was short for her age, but combined with her amazing proportions she inherited from her mother along with her surprisingly abundant chest, she gave the feeling of a pocket-sized beauty instead.
Seeing her mother in front of the mirror her eyes brightened as she said, "Wow mom, you bought those last week, right? Your legs look gorgeous in those. Can I get one for school?"
Her mom smiled, "Thanks baby but if you want one, you'll have to get something a little thicker, you're not wearing this to school".
"I knew you'd say that. Fine, but Layla and Hellen always wear pretty stuff to school".
"Lily, just cuz they like to flash the public doesn't mean you should too. I just went to your parents evening and saw those two girls. Let me ask you this, who gets more love letters and asked out more? Don't answer I can tell it's you, they're just feeling threatened as girls. Don't let them bother you, you are better and you don't even try and they know it, that why they show off their clothes but never compare their looks with you." She finished those words as she went downstairs, Lily put her clothes on much faster.
"Hehe when you put it like that I guess it's fine. What's for breakfast?" That's how Liliana has always been, jumping from one thing to another. Her pure personality lived up to her name and made Catherine's daily life so lively and vivacious.
They continued chatting as they had breakfast. Lily was in her school uniform, looking cute and positively delectable. Her cute feet swinging as she ate her toast, her dark blonde hair swaying along with her expressive narration of her week so far.
As the pair finished and put on their shoes, they got in the car with one holding a backpack and the other a suitcase. A five-minute drive to drop her daughter at the girls secondary school.
Bouncing out of the car, Lily turned and waved at her mother goodbye before going to class. Then another fifteen-minute drive to work.
Catherine worked as a receptionist for a women's massage and spa centre. Her gorgeous appearance and gentle demeanour worked wonders in attracting customers.
Thanks to her hard work and positive feedback, she was paid quite well at work. She even managed to get a massage certificate and worked as a part time masseuse. Lily was used as a guinea pig regularly for a while.
As her normal morning was just beginning, a not so normal event suddenly occurred. Her damaged contractual link managed to suddenly recover!
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