This choice: Iris Saleh, the stunning, sadistic girl. • Go Back...Chapter #5Iris Saleh and Sherri Evermore by: bobob1   “I’d be lying if I said this one girl didn’t interest me.” You smiled sheepishly, pointing at the form filed by a girl named Iris Saleh. The form claimed that she was the daughter of an esteemed technology innovator from Egypt who had moved to the United States seeking to branch out. She apparently needed help being tutored in psychology.
“Really? This ‘Iris’ girl?” Stacy asked, eyeing you suspiciously. “Looking for a bit of extra money, Sammy?”
“I mean…she is offering an incredible amount of money.” You shrugged. Stacy sighed, but smiled.
“Alright. I’ll take you over to her apartment. It’s in a pretty ritzy neighborhood about an hour away.”
With the plan decided, you waited for Stacy to gather her belongings, and then she carried you out to her car. Resting you gently in the cupholder she drove to the high-end neighborhood where Iris lived, appropriately titled “Golden Vistas”. The time seemed to fly by as you and your giantess sister chatted and laughed, singing along to the radio and sharing stories about annoying college professors.
You and her both instinctually grew quiet as Stacy drove into “Golden Vistas”. All around you were massive, sprawling mansions, perfectly maintained lawns, pristine sidewalks, and glistening streets. It was like something out of a movie set. You had never seen a place that just emanated with…richness.
Near the back of “Golden Vistas” were a smattering of big, luxurious apartments. They didn’t hold a candle to the mansions out front, but they were still a sight to behold. Stacy found the apartment that belonged to Iris and parked out in front. The apartment was two floors, and was nearly the size of standard house back in your own neighborhood. The house glimmered and shone with beauty.
Stacy tentatively carried you up to the front door and rang the doorbell, nervously wiping some sweat from her forehead. You straightened your shirt and tidied your hair up a bit, wishing you had maybe worn something a little fancier. Finally, the door swung open, and you were immediately overwhelmed by something you did not expect to see.
The first thing you saw were a giant pair of breasts fill up your entire vision. The breasts were humongous, and nearly the size of your mother’s massive mammaries. Tearing your eyes away (with great difficulty), you looked down to see wide hips, thick thighs, and long legs. Looking up, you saw a sweetly smiling face framed by long golden hair, shining blue eyes locked on your sister’s own.
“Hello ma’am.” The girl who answered the door greeted with a melodic voice. She bowed her head slightly. “I am Sherri Evermore, Mistress Iris’ humble maid. Do you have need of something?” You were taken aback by Sherri’s proper and practiced speech, and the title of honor she used to refer to your tutoring client. Your sister was taken aback too, but for entirely different reasons.
“Uh…” Stacy stumbled, swallowing. “I have…have…uh, your tut…er…your mistress’ tutor…here…” Blushing bright red, and desperately trying to avoid staring at Sherri’s enormous, incredibly exposed rack, Stacy held you up. Sherri’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly, but she quickly changed back into a professional, irresistible smile.
“Hey…” You waved, feeling like an idiot. “I’m…Sammy…uh…Samuel Reynolds. I’m supposed to be tutoring Miss Iris…”
“Of course.” Sherri nodded. She gently plucked you from your sister’s palm and held you in her own. “My Mistress will be quite pleased to have you.”
Having composed herself, Stacy cleared her throat. “Sammy can be squished, stretched, and molded with no permanent damage, but it does hurt him. He may be tough, but please be careful with him. He’ll call me when he’s ready to return home, and otherwise will live with you and your…uh…mistress.”
Sherri dutifully nodded as your sister spoke, and you could tell by the flick of her eyes that she was filing all of the information away in her brain. For once, it seemed like you were in the capable hands of a giantess who wasn’t a total ditz…save for Stacy, of course. Finished with her spiel, Stacy waved to you and left. Sherri turned on her heel and closed the front door, giving you a warm smile before she headed towards the stairs.
You took that moment to admire (much to your moral consciousness chagrin) Sherri’s very curvaceous body, held tight in the revealing French maid outfit she was wearing. The skirt was super short, the blouse was cut very low, and the whole look was just fantastic. Still, you felt a twinge of fear gazing at Sherri’s valley of cleavage directly below you. You felt like if you fell between those twin mounds, you would never be heard of again.
Sherri paused in front of an ornate wooden door, and rapped her knuckles lightly against the door. After a moment, a faint voice responded from within the room, though you couldn’t make out what was said. Sherri simply opened the door and stepped inside, revealing the most ritzy and elegant bedroom you had seen in your life, complete with walk-in closet, king-sized bed, full vanity and mirror, and a desk that looked hand carved from mahogany.
At the vanity, a girl was sitting, her attention on the final touches of her lip gloss. She turned and stood up when Sherri entered, capping her lip gloss and dropping it into a drawer. Your jaw hit the floor as she stood, your brain practically melting at having to handle the sight of two drop-dead gorgeous giantesses in just a few minutes.
Iris Saleh was the image of a divine goddess. Everything about her was alluring, from her deeply tanned skin, to her alluring eyes, to her slightly pouty lips, to her long and flowy black hair, to her smooth and flawless skin, to her long legs and shapely feet, to her clearly evident and quite impressive curves, both in her chest and her butt. She was wrapped in a form-fitting purple dress that revealed quite a lot of cleavage, and was slit up her right leg all the way to her hip.
“What is it, Sherri?” Her voice was soft, but commanded your full attention. Sherri responded by holding you out to her.
“Mistress Iris, your tutor is here. He’s quite small, but he should get the job done.” Sherri explained. If Iris was surprised, she showed no emotion on her face. She simply walked forward, her black heels clicking along the wooden floor. She stood over, staring down at you with a peculiar expression on her face. Despite being terrified, you were about to introduce yourself when Iris lifted her thumb and slammed it down into her maid’s palm, right on top of you.
Sherri flinched ever-so-slightly at her mistress’ sudden and inexplicably violent action, but Iris simply had a studious frown on her face. Upon removing her thumb, she watched with rapt attention as you slowly inflated back to normal. You were livid at what Iris had done, and was about to give her a piece of your mind when Iris interrupted you.
“Huh…you didn’t die.” She looked thoughtful. “I suppose you aren’t just a gross bug.”
“I should’ve clarified earlier mistress.” Sherri spoke up. “Mister Samuel Reynolds can be ‘squished, stretched, and molded with no permanent damage, but it does hurt him. He may be tough, but’ we are instructed to be careful with him.” Sherri finished, repeating what Stacy had said earlier word-for-word.
Iris’ face lit up ever-so-slightly upon hearing Sherri’s explanation. “Is that so? Then I’ll be…very…careful with him.” Looking down at you, her eyes twinkling with a hint of malice, and a slowly growing, unsettling grin, Iris had morphed from the picture of beauty into your worst nightmare. You could tell that the Egyptian goddess of a woman had you exactly where she wanted to, and was more than intelligent enough to make your life hell.
Glancing sideways at Sherri, you noticed her give you the slightest of looks. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn she was giving you a pitying glance. Just WHAT had you signed up for, and was it too late to escape while you were ahead?
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