Breaking Kimmy Schmidt

Kimmy Schmidt absolutely loved nannying for Jacqueline Vorhee's.

She loved it! At least... that was what she told herself. She also told herself the World was good, that bunnies and Kitty's live together in harmony and that Taylor Swift would eventually find a guy that deserved her! So maybe Kimmy was a little in denial, but it was an absolute necessity for surviving 15 years underground, or looking after a five year old. Put a smile on your face and you'll put a smile on your heart. Bad expression. But it kinda worked.

It wasn't like there weren't perks to her job; not only did she have free reign of the Vorhee's mansion, the boy was a breeze to watch. At least when she could find him... And the redhead could take as much mineral water as she wanted! Not a bad way to make a few bucks for a twenty nine year old ex-mole woman with no education. Now the boy's sister on the other hand, she was a different matter.

Kimmy didn't wish bad luck on anybody, but Xanthippe was fudgin' mean! The girl was cool, a New Yorker, a 'millenial.' But she hated Kimmy's guts, was constantly difficult, and made fun of all her outfits. The redhead looked surreptitiously down at her flashing trainers as she climbed the stairs: Okay, so she needed to update some of her wardrobe. The young woman scowled: shut up inner monologue.

Ultimately Kimmy hated the thought of losing this job, she'd never failed at anything! So, while normally the Nanny went out of her way to avoid doing anything to upset Xanthippe, she had made dinner tonight. The chef was away, or quit... Kimmy only pretended to know Spanish. And Math. Anyhow, she could bring the teenager and her friend their meal and maybe prove her worth. Why couldn't they just be buddy's??

Reaching the door to the girl's room, Kimmy paused, hearing murmuring from the inside: Xanthippe and her friend's were always gossiping. For the mistreated redhead it felt like being back at school. Kimmy blinked hard: if she could hear what they were saying maybe this time she could avoid having ice cream poured down her pants at the kid's birthday party! Kimmy shook her head. Well, it was too late for that, but next time!

Creeping to reduce the chance of the girl's hearing her, Kimmy sneaked toward the first room on the left. A gentle turning of the doorknob allowed it to open without a sound.

The redhead leant against the door, still carrying the girl's plates in hand. Pushing it open just a crack, light poured across her face as Kimmy peered inside. Blinking, the Nanny could just make out the furnishings of the girl's bedroom. Not as exciting as the witch's cavern she imagined.

A sharp moan shot through the door, making Kimmy instinctively shudder, plates wobbling vicariously.

"What in the ham sandwich?..." Kimmy muttered under her breath.

The Nanny shook her head; it was wrong to snoop, very wrong. She should just darn well leave and call the brunette's cellphone.

Only now the sounds had changed. There was no more whimpering just low, frustrated grumbling. Kimmy frowned; it sounded like the noises that Titus pug made when she choked on kibble! But it was so intense, so desperate. Maybe it was something else? Maybe someone was hurt, or in trouble! The redhead grimaced determinedly; She was the Nanny, it was her job to check. Kimmy would just, check...

Pressing her behind more firmly against the door, the redhead took a steadying deep breath and eased it further open.

What the nanny saw made her gape:

Xanthippe sat alone on her King-size bed, mouth hanging slack open, eyes screwed shut. Hearing another moan escape the girl's mouth, Kimmy's mind immediately jumped to fantasy; was Xanthippe the witch she always suspected her to be?! Was this some kind of curse? Where was her minion??

Upon further inspection the redhead spotted the other girl, knelt between Xanthippe's legs; blonde head bobbing awkwardly.

Wait...

Trying to get a better viewpoint, the inquisitive redhead tilted forward, pressing her legs together as she balanced against the heavy wooden door:

"Make me cum already Sim, make me cum!"Xanthippe commanded impatiently:

"Unngh come on moron, maake meee Cummhh!!"

"So it is a spell?" Kimmy wondered aloud, transfixed by the weird moment.

Raising her eyes from the girl's questing head, the brunette finally spotted their unwelcome intruder:

"Uhhngh!- Kimmy?!"

Both women jumped.

The teenager blanched, dark brown eyes widening just as Kimmy overbalanced, falling through the open door:

Stumbling forward, the redhead awkwardly caught herself. Just not the plates:

Food tumbling to the floor, Kimmy watched in horror as she splattered the girl's lush carpet with sauce:

"Gosh dang it!!" the redhead yelped.

Xanthippe was also horrified:

Pushing the girl beneath her backward, the brunette tugged up her underwear from between here knees, fumbling desperately.

Both guilty parties met each other's eyes, shell-shocked:

"Heeeyyyyuh..." Kimmy began awkwardly, "Dinner's ready?"

Scrambling to her feet, the blonde teenager/minion looked between the two women frantically.

"Simone?" the redhead asked in astonishment.

The young girl squeaked. Grabbing her bag desperately, the blonde barged past Kimmy and disappeared into the dark hallway.

Kimmy watched her go; still attempting to comprehend what she had just walked in on. Turning back to her young ward, the redhead flinched; the brunette staring daggers back at her:

"Oh. My. God. Seriously?!?!" Xanthippe screeched, marching up to the red-haired Nanny, "What right do you have to just barge in here? You're the help!"

Kimmy swallowed her pride, attempting to keep the girl at bay as she strutted toward her:

"I was just getting your darn dinner Xan!"

Crossing her arms, the shorter girl scowled at her employee:

"What did you see?!" the brunette countered.

"Unngh, I don't... You two girls playing make belief!?" Kimmy guessed hopefully, her repressed, immature mind still drawing a blank.

Xanthippe blinked, her expression somehow becoming more aggravated:

"Are you mocking me?! You don't get to mock me!" The brunette rallied, attempting a half-ass excuse quickly:

"Simone and I... she's an airhead and, and I don't have a boyfriend..."

Kimmy's nose crinkled as she grew more confused; the practices of these Millenials were beyond her. Was this what girl's did now? Even when they could go out and meet boys?? Thinking back to her own experiences, the redhead tried to relate honestly:

"So you're like me and Cyndee in the bunk-"

Xanthippe blinked hard, giving Kimmy a disbelieving look:

"What??"

The rich teenager had thought she'd figured out by now the redhead's strange history. So far it had explained a lot of Kimmy's quirks. But had she just uncovered an interesting revelation?

"Wait... You did weird sex stuff in the bunker??"

Kimmy's face flushed. Gosh she wanted to get out of this room. Or at least to change the subject:

"Sooo... those undies. My little pony?"

The girl looked down, suddenly realizing she was pants-less with the woman she hated; turning red herself, Xanthippe attempted to tug her black t-shirt down, redirecting the conversation away from her surprisingly girly underwear:

"You know you're ruining my life, right? And my rug by the way!"

Kimmy blanched, finally remembering what had happened, twisting to stare at the ruined carpet:

"Oh Fudge!"

Dropping to the floor, the redhead immediately began gathering the spilt pasta back onto the plates.

"You know that's worth $2000 right?" the brunette snapped, staring down at nervous Nanny.

Panicking, Kimmy cast around the room:

"Do you have a towel?!"

"Use your ugly sweater Kimbecile!" Xanthippe barked back.

"But-" Meeting the girl's hard stare, Kimmy didn't hesitate:

"-Right."

Tugging the hem of the cream sweater up over her head, Kimmy awkwardly wriggled free of her woolen confinement.

Xanthippe bit her tongue as the redhead removed the tight garment, luxurious hair spilling over bare shoulders. Watching as the Nanny's bust bounced into view, the teenager swallowed hard. 'How do you get boobs like that?' the brunette wondered in awe; the Nanny's heaving chest supported by tiny blue half cups that strained to contain her pale orbs. Xanthippe shook her head; this woman really needed to buy some age appropriate clothing:

"Hey Kimmy, the children's department at Macy's called, they want their clothes back."

The redhead scowled, realizing her yellow undershirt had ridden up over her bust. Arms still tangled in her sweater, the Nanny wiggled her torso till the thin garment fell back over her midriff. Giving up, Kimmy hurriedly leant forward onto the stain, using her favourite top as a makeshift mop.

Watching the Nanny bend over to begin frantically scrubbing, Xanthippe had an interesting thought:

"Sooo... You're a rug muncher?"

"Well I obviously I'd prefer to eat this off the plates, Xan!" Kimmy responded indignantly, continuing to think out loud:

" although Gretchen did suggest we eat the carpets once the canned food ran out in the bunker ..."

Xanthippe rolled her eyes: 15 boring years underground and that was all you talked about. So dull! Still, there could be potential here:

"No, I meant... you and the other mole women. Did you ever, you know, get each other's rocks off?"

Pausing momentarily, Kimmy looked up from the mess still on the floor, answering slowly:

"Well... sometimes we'd play make belief too."

The repressed Nanny shook her head; Sometimes Cyndee or Gretchen had... urges. But they just played make belief! You know, innocent games, practice kissing, over the smock stuff! Maybe sometimes she'd let things go too far. But it was just make belief!

Xanthippe whistled:

"Wow. Did you ever ask them to return the favour?"

Kimmy blanched, shaking her head insistently:

"Of course not! I'm not... you know... I just wanted to help."

Xanthippe shook her head in amazement; talk about sanctimonious repression. The country bumpkin from Durnsville obviously couldn't comprehend her own actions.

Taking a breath Kimmy continued scrubbing in vein; the stain was not coming out.

The brunette slowly circled the Nanny as she studied the redhead closely. Kimmy was sort of cute; for an old fogey. This was not one of the anorexic teenagers she was used too fooling around with. Even if the Nanny insisted on dressing like a kid, she was not proportioned like one:

Kimmy's curves were full and vivacious; a woman's body. Xanthippe blinked hard. Maybe eating food wasn't so bad for your figure...

The teenager watched as the redhead arched her back, bending over the ruined carpet to press down hard on her sweater. Xanthippe stared in awe: so that's where calories were supposed to go:

Kimmy had a nice butt, made all the better by the tight pink jeans the redhead insisted on wearing. It was as if the nanny were wearing clothing at least two sizes too small on purpose, her plump behind straining her brightly couloured wardrobe.

Xanthippe snapped back into the moment, suddenly making her mind up: Kimmy had robbed her off an orgasm. And the brunette wanted it back.

Stalking back around the tempting redhead, the brunette spoke fast; meeting the nanny's eyes once more:

"Well... you made me dinner... but then you screwed up my time with Simone... So I guess I have something for you to eat instead..."

Closing the door, the young girl quickly locked the entrance behind her; no need for further interruptions. Turning back to the 'help,' she looked down on the crouching Nanny.

"You want me to eat something?" Kimmy wrinkled her nose in confusion, before her eyes became as round as saucers:

"I know the mess is my fault, but I'm not sucking sauce out of the carpet!"

"Obvs," the brunette replied: "I was just thinking I could use some of that... mole woman solidarity..."

Kimmy sat back on her haunches, sitting upright. Trying to follow the girl's implication, the redhead considered what Xanthippe was saying slowly. Then it clicked:

"Woah woah Woah! What?!"

"You want me to spell it out Kimmy? Fine. I. Want. You. To. Lick. My. Pussy," the teenager responded sharply, standing over the redhead, causing the nanny to shrink backward as the teenager strode menacingly into her personal space once more:

"But... that was just a mole woman thing, we had years in the bunker alone and Cyndee got a little desperate... " Kimmy rationalized desperately:

"Girls on the outside- we don't need to do that kina stuff."

"Maybe I like that kina stuff ginger!" the brunette growled, offended before realizing she was meant to be straight:

"A-and maybe my family owns your ass and I'm telling you to do this for me!" Xanthippe growled, her brown eyes boring into Kimmy's.

"You don't own me Xan, I'm not a horse or Manuela!" Kimmy responded in what was hopefully her most empowered voice.

The brunette didn't budge, leaning in until her face was millimeters from the other woman's. Kimmy couldn't escape those dark, judgmental eyes. Attempting to move backward, the redhead felt her behind press against the teenager's massive bed. Somehow the pale Nanny went even paler:

"I get what I want Kimmy, especially if it makes your life miserable." Xanthippe countered slowly:

"After all you just ruined a two thousand dollar rug. How were you planning to pay for that?"

Kimmy bit her tongue, looking down at the carpet; this was bad.

"So what's it gonna be Kimbo Bimbo?" the millennial hissed condescendingly: "A little private gay stuff for me, or a lot of expensive mole stuff for you?"

Screwing up her eyes Kimmy started thinking hard. How did it always come down to these impossible choices? It should have been a no-brainer; you're not supposed to service bratty teenagers! But the difference was private humiliation or a lot of public expenditure. Attempting to tug her arms free of the tangled up jumper, Kimmy had a realization; her hands were literally tied:

"Okay Xan. We have a deal. Wait, how old are you??"

Xanthippe scowled:

"well I'm not an old fogey like you!"

The redhead gasped in amazement:

"You're self conscious about your age? Seriously?!"

"Well yeah," Xanthippe replied sheepishly, "not all of us can look as good as you do at what... 40?

"I'm 30!" Kimmy huffed at the backhanded insult, before remembering the real issue:

"But you're a kid?! Right?? Your not aging backwards... are you?!"

Xanthippe rolled her eyes:

"No idiot, I'm 18. I got held back a few years. When you have rich parents like me it doesn't matter."

The Brunette's eyes became fierce once more and the Nanny recoiled:

"But if you tell anyone about that I will destroy you, got it??"

Mouth becoming a thin line, the redhead nodded energetically.

Xanthippe smirked, twirling Kimmy's luxurious rednecks between agile fingers: "Okay.. Good. We have to set up a trust here. You do this for me, I'll take credit for the mess you made."

Stepping over the redhead, the bossy teenager plopped down on the messy mattress, exactly where she had been with Simone before Kimmy rudely interrupted. Twisting on the spot, the redhead watched her progress tentatively:

Leaning back, Xanthippe opened her legs:

"W-what should I do?" Kimmy asked, trepidation causing her voice to waver: "I mean, what do you want?"

"You're the expert mole woman," Xanthippe responded, pointing to the floor in front of her.

Crawling forward reluctantly, the redhead positioned herself between the outstretched limbs. Easily taller than the hipster girl before her, Kimmy crouched down low, her face now centimetres from the girl's waiting crotch.

"Ummm... So it goes without saying you don't tell Ms. Voorhees about this right?" Kimmy asked nervously. The brunette gave her an incredulous look:

"Like she could judge..." Xanthippe pouted, "and why would I want to boast about this?"

Reaching down, Xanthippe held the redhead still, cupping her chin and forcing her to look the brunette dead in the eye:

"So let's just see how deep you can burrow, 'mole girl.'"

Jimmy nodded slowly, reaching for the spoilt girl's hips. She couldn't let this brat take her job. A little downstairs kissing was a small price to pay.

Gripping the hem of the surprisingly frilly panties, the redhead slowly tugged the soft cotton away, revealing Xanthippe's precious flower:

Cyndee's was soooo different.

A feeling of desire, intermingling with an odd sentimentality came over Kimmy. The nanny shook her head; attempting to keep those inappropriate feelings at bay.

She was unbreakable and this, this was no worse than before. This was for sisterhood, for survival: And maybe even a closer relationship with Xanthippe. Kimmy put on a determined smile; she could do this.

As Kimmy gazed at the perfect folds of the millenial's sex, her eyes widened in awe.

"Just like licking a lollypop, like licking-" murmuring, Kimmy leant forward flicking out her tongue:

"a lolly-mmm...mmphgh..."

The brunette quivered; feeling the warm wet tongue take its first dive, which nonetheless, sent an electric thrill coursing through her veins.

"-Pop..."

Tasting Xanthippe, the redhead recognized immediately the girl was not candy. Nevertheless, taking another lick, the redhead actually found that she actually was sweet on the inside. Who knew?? Going lower this time the Nanny took a longer, deeper swipe.

Kimmy attempted to ignore the extended "Mmmmmmm," this elicited, focusing on the job at hand as her tongue moved up and down several times just inside the girl's slick entrance.

Xanthippe grinned: this could actually work. Resting on the palms of her hands, the brunette lifted her crotch into the Nanny's open mouth.

For the brunette, the stimulation of humiliating her nemesis was already better than any sex she'd had before. OMG she had to record this!

Grabbing her cellphone of the bedside table, the brunette took a quick selfie, attempting to pout into the lens. Feeling that insistent tongue swipe over her nethers, the spoilt girl's expression turned to pleasured anguish; her eyes rolling, mouth falling open just as the picture was taken.

Getting past her initial reluctance, Kimmy started to eat with earnest, her tongue moving everywhere, rolling deliciously over the surface of the brunette's pussy lips, touching lightly at her clit before exploring deeper inside.

Moving away for a second to catch her breath, the redhead found that Xanthippe almost immediately moved her back to the main course, grunting frustratedly at her newfound sexual servant.

To Kimmy's horror, she emitted a quiet, indelicate moan as she licked even deeper into the girl's snatch, tasting her sacred honey. Gosh, she actually tasted better than a lollypop! Wait? She actually wanted this??

Tilting the phone surreptitiously downward, Xanthippe took a quick photo, just for her friends. After all, it wasn't everyday you convinced a woman 14 years your elder to go down on you!

Squeezing the redhead's cheeks with her thighs, the millennial stared at the brilliant shock of red hair spilling over her legs and felt a rush of excitement. Deciding to take things further, she started a slow, deliberate motion with her hips, grinding into the nanny's mouth and nose.

Kimmy gagged, a stream of pussy juice meeting her tongue on each stroke. Determined to see this through, the redhead pressed her face into the girl's moist cavity, momentarily oblivious to her humiliation.

Xanthippe whined, her eyes rolling for non-ironic reasons for the first time ever. What was happening? This was supposed to be subjugating an enemy! Was the Kimmy actually good enough to get her to cum?! The brunette yelped, running a hand carelessly through long red hair as her façade gave way.

Both girls began to undulate, Kimmy tugging at the brunette's shirt, Xanthippe clawing at the bed. In less than 30 seconds both had degenerated, the brunette riding Kimmy's face as she groaned contentedly; the redhead gasping open-mouthed into her pussy.