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She dashed in the house from work and found the light blinking on the message machine. Shrugging her briefcase off her shoulder and kicking off her shoes, she pressed the button and smiled when she heard his voice. His words were spoken in a low and even tone as he said, "before you go upstairs you need to listen to this entirely. If for any reason it is not clear to you, you are to call me at work. If I haven't heard from you by 4 p.m., I will assume you have followed my instructions implicitly. Yes, of course I will check."

"You are to go upstairs and take a bath. Yes, there are several boxes on the bed. No, you may not open them yet. You will take a long bath. You will make sure you are freshly shaved everywhere and I want your skin to be perfumed and powdered afterwards. Do NOT put on any makeup. Do NOT do your hair. I simply want you to sit on your vanity chair. You'll be told what to do at that point."

Glancing at the clock on the wall she noted it was 4:05 p.m. Even if she had wanted to question what he'd asked of her, she knew him well enough to know that the window to do so had closed. Picking the shoes up and tucking her briefcase in the hall closet, she headed upstairs to the large master suite. Stopping long enough to put her shoes neatly away in her closet, she headed to the bathroom, turning on the taps of the large tub.

As the water steamed in, she shed her clothes, hanging up what needed, and plopping the rest in the big wicker clothes hamper. The heat in the house was on, but still the room was cool, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin as she slipped into the bubbling water. With a very contented sigh she leaned back against the porcelain, using her toe to nudge the hot water spigot just a little higher. When the water was high enough, she pressed the button that turned on the jets, sitting up only long enough to turn off the water, and then reclined again with her eyes closed, letting the concerns of the day go.

She could not relax fully, however. Her mind kept drifting back to his phone call. What did he have in those boxes? What was she to do in her vanity chair? Where were they going tonight? Why all the attention to detail? She was intrigued, excited and not just a little bit nervous.

Rising from the bath, she let the water drain and made her way to the shower. Standing in the steamy water, she thoroughly washed her hair, then spent a very long time shaving all the hair off her body. Soaping off the lather, she let the warm water flow over her. Several minutes later she emerged, toweled herself dry and squeezed all the water from her shoulder length curly brown hair. She poured a pool of perfumed lotion into her right hand and lathered her skin thoroughly with it, then used the matching perfumed talcum powder which left her skin feeling smooth and powdery soft.

She went and sat in the vanity seat, feeling more than a little silly. Catching her reflection in the mirror she was tempted to begin her ritual of hairstyling and makeup, but he had been explicit. Do NOT. But, why not?

One thing she was not good at was being patient. She grew fidgety as the moments turned to minutes and the minutes stretched on and on. As was usual for her when made to wait, she began to feel a restlessness creep into her arms and legs. The urge was strong to get up, to walk around, to pace, to do anything but sit and sit and sit.

Suddenly she heard the door open downstairs and footsteps, sure and steady, climb the stairs. She watched the handle turn, expecting to see her lover's face. She grew instantly alarmed as first one, and then another woman entered. Jumping up, she forgot her nakedness in her panic, and began to shout at them "who are you? What do you want? Get out!!"

The two women stopped and smiled to each other. "He did say she was feisty, I guess he's right" said the older of the two. Turning, she walked towards the frightened, naked woman, and began to speak as if to a small animal or child. She used her name, which didn't sink in immediately, and the name of her lover. "Relax, please. We are not here to harm you. We've come at his request to get you ready for tonight. He told us to remind you of your promise to him under the willow tree." She stopped in her tracks. That had sunk through. She remembered well the night she had promised to serve him. The night she promised to obey his instructions. As they stood under that lovely tree by the water, with starlight peeking through the branches, she had knelt before him and made a vow.

A vow that brought her to her senses and caused her to breathe deeply to calm her racing heart. She found that she was shaking, which must have been visible, as the second woman took a throw off the bed and covered her shoulders, while gently moving her back to the vanity seat. The woman massaged her shoulders, then her hands, all the while stroking her hair and speaking in a soft voice, a singsong that relaxed her further.

The older woman went back out the door, returning with a big leather suitcase which she laid on the bed. From it she withdrew various hair products, and came over to the vanity. The other one went to the suitcase, and returned with a tray of make-up. Without words they proceeded to style her hair and apply make up. The only incident that marked this as extremely out of the bounds of normal was when she tried to cover her nakedness with the throw. The older woman had removed it, and placed both of arms at her sides, squeezing them in a silent signal to hold still. Her heart pounded at this, and she blushed in recognition of the small touch of pleasure she felt between her legs at having control wrested from her, even so gently.

When the ministrations were done, the two women stepped back to admire their work. Her brown hair was teased out to form a halo and held back at each temple with twinkling barrettes. Her gray eyes looked smoky and smouldering with the taupe shadows and darkened lashes. Her cheekbones were high and were dusted with rouge, making the hollows beneath more pronounced. And her full lips were glistening in a deep dusty rose color.

The older woman urged her to rise, then led her to the upholstered chaise in the alcove in the corner of the large room. Pushing her back, she fell, and the woman pulled her legs apart. Blushing furiously, she felt the younger woman begin to apply make-up to her body. Each nipple was rouged, and the older woman ran her fingers over the freshly shaven pussy. The older one pulled her legs even further apart, and withdrew a tweezers from a pocket. A stray hair near the round hole of her ass was plucked quickly, causing her to jump, and the older woman to chuckle. This happened twice more and finally the older woman stepped back, apparently satisfied.

Only then did the women help her up and walk her over to the bed again. They began to open the boxes she had been so curious about earlier. From it they withdrew such lovely new things for her. First they fastened a new white garter belt around her waist. It was a lovely soft material, and she longed to run her hands over it, but again she was admonished with a squeeze when she tried to touch it. Next they lifted each leg and pulled on the silky stockings, a nude color with a hint of a seam up the back. Lifting her arms they dropped a silky long sleeved dress over her head. It had a deep v-neck in the front, and the material folded over in a criss-cross. The dress had hidden pads which lifted her breasts, but left them exposed and touching the silky materials from below her nipples. They attached new pearl drop earrings to her ears, and made sure her solid gold chain showed well against her neck.

Without a word the older one turned her quickly to face the bed, and pushed her back so her head touched to the spread. The younger one lifted the thigh length skirt and held it pinned, exposing her rounded bottom, which the older one proceeded to spank vigorously. SPANKKKKKK, SPANNNNNNKKKK…over and over and so very quickly she had almost no time to respond. She was gasping for breath and had just begun to squirm from side to side, when, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. The older one patted her now fiery ass, and slipped a hand between the parted legs. Again came a low chuckle as her hand was withdrawn with moisture apparent on it. The younger one then lowered the skirt and stepped back, and began to put away all the supplies.

With latches clicked firmly in place, the older woman spoke again. "We are leaving now. You will wait until you hear the door close again, then come down the stairs. There is a wrap over the sofa, and you can throw it over your shoulders. Your heels are by the door. Put them on when a car pulls in the drive and blinks twice. Then leave the house and get in the back."

So saying the women left as quietly as they had come. She stepped in front of the mirror and admired the woman she saw there. Spinning to see the skirt flare and twirl, she caught a glimpse of how red her bottom was, and, as always, was amazed at how the warmth on her cheeks fired the throb in her clit. She loved how the soft, silky material felt on her ass, reminding her with every movement of the fresh spanking.

It was only a matter of a few moments before she heard the door close again. She contemplated bringing her purse along, but decided against it as she had not been instructed to do so, and headed downstairs to wait. Stepping into the shoes and covering her shoulders, she saw the lights of the car approach, and slipped outside to see what the night had to offer.

It was the kind of night that was cool enough to wear a light coat, but not so cold that you had to stomp your feet to get the blood flowing to your toes. There was fog, and it was dark down by the pier. The only sound was an occasional low bellow of a faraway ship signaling its presence to the other watery denizens, and the sharp cry of a gull as it called out in it's search during another night's scavenge for food.

There was a sound of tires on gravel, and lights cut through the misty vapor as a low, dark car made its way down the street. If that gull had been watching…it would have seen that car stop in front of what looked to be an old abandoned warehouse. A squat rectangle of iron and windows, darkened with opaque panes of black glass, with double doors that sported oddly new and shiny locks upon them. The car approached silently, but gave a short blast of the horn, and then waited until the door was opened ever so slightly. The driver of the low vehicle turned on and off the headlights of the car in some sort of private code, and the door to the warehouse opened more fully.

The driver came around to the right passenger door and held it open. The man alit first, stopping to turn and hold his manicured hand out to someone still inside the car. His black suit coat fitted him elegantly, the white cuffs peeking out of the sleeves showing off the lapis and onyx cufflinks. The blue of the lapis matched his eyes, he had been told, but he preferred the onyx for it's sleek depth, it's cool hardness.

She placed her hand in his and felt him pull her gently out of the car. She shivered as she waited by his side while he instructed the driver about when to return for them. She glanced around, but could not tell exactly where they were because of the thick fog, but knew they were not in the city as the sounds were muted and quiet, and there were no lights on nearby. She was chilly; the dress she wore was thin, and she grasped his arm tightly, standing closer to ward off the shadows of night that seemed to surround them both.

He ushered her inside the building, past the doorman who nodded as they entered. They walked down the wide hall, her high heels clacking on the old linoleum floor, his leather soles making almost no noise at all. She took in the high ceilings and smell of old machinery, wondering why they were dressed so well to come to a place like this. But he gave her little time to muse, as they turned down a corridor, and entered a stairwell. With no warning he pressed her up against a wall, gripped her hair tightly in his fist, and kissed her deeply. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth, his teeth pushed against her, and she reached to put her hands on his chest; to push him away? To pull him closer?

He didn't wait to find out, but instead took his own hands and pulled her arms behind her, holding them tightly in one hand. Breaking the kiss, he brought his fingers to her right breast, and pulled the fabric of her dress aside. Reaching in, he cupped the soft flesh hard in his hand. She held her eyes open, locked to his, and watched as a very slight smile crossed his lips. His fingers found her nipple and twisted it painfully. Her scream was lost in his mouth as he covered her mouth with another kiss, which he held until he abruptly let go of her nipple. He chuckled at the look of pain and surprise on her face, and tucked her breast back into the lacy demi-bra, and patted her dress in place.

He took her hand again and led her through a wooden door at the bottom of the stairs. The difference was immediate and astounding. Dingy factory walls were now suede-covered with graceful abstract art hung in fine frames. The lighting was recessed and soft, and the linoleum was now multi- colored wood parquet. The ambiance was intimate, with deep armchairs covered in soft fabrics spread around the lobby area. There were several doors leading from the lobby, and he walked her confidently to the center one. He knocked very softly and it was opened by a man in the black and white garb of a waiter.

"Ahhh, Sir", the man said with a smile, "I was beginning to think you were going to miss tonight's engagement". Her companion chuckled and shook the waiter's hand. "How nice to see you again" he said, "and is my table prepared for me?" "Of course, Sir, right this way". The waiter turned and began walking towards the tables.

She walked ahead of him taking in the layout of the room. It was tiered, each tier wide and curved around the center stage. There were several tables placed along each tier, with doors to the kitchen to the right, and stations for the waitstaff on each tier. It was clear the room had been designed to minimize any distraction for the patrons, and to insure their privacy and comfort. There was thick carpet underfoot, which she found curious for a nightclub. More curious were the tables.

From behind they resembled clam shells. They reminded her of the circus, when she was a girl. There was a ride she had loved. What was it called? Oh, yes, she remembered now, it was the Tilt-A-Whirl. You would sit in this rounded car and a bar was brought over your legs, and those of your companions, to hold you in. Each car spun in its own circle, and the whole floor of the ride spun, lifted and lowered as well. When the music started, your car would begin to sway back and forth, If you were with 2 others that weighed enough, you could get it spinning wildly from the start, but even if you weren't, by the time the ride was in full swing, you were flying round in circles, pressed to the back of the curved wall of the car, the one that extended over your head, and you spun and spun until you were so dizzy you had to hold the hand rails to walk back down when the ride ended.

These tables were protected by the same type of arched shell. The waiter swept his arm in the universal gesture to please be seated. She slid onto the cool padded seat that hugged the curves of the intimate round table. The fabric was lustrous against her stockinged legs and she sank back into it while he joined her. Inside the shell there was a sense of great privacy. She could see only ahead, and the lighting inside the shell was dim. She leaned against him, feeling the press of his muscled arm against her sleeve.

... to be continued

~~ pyxi{OcL}

story © Copyright 2004 by pyxi{OcL} of #the-Lara-inn, all rights reserved, used by permission of the Authoress.

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