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“Good evening, gentlemen; my name is Cindy, and I am at your service during your stay.”
There wasn’t anything unusual in the beginning, though it became apparent that only one of them truly deserved to be addressed as a gentleman. He was the older Master, and came with his own slave. He was polite, refined; and after escorting him to his room, Cindy was looking forward to when he might require anything. The other man, however; as soon as he was alone with her, his restraint slipped as if he had been wearing a mask and he became more man than gentle.
“This is fucking awesome!” he exclaimed, pushing past her and into the gorgeous room beyond. She endeavored to maintain her measured tone when showing him the amenities. Bed, television, desk, open space for entertainment. He tossed himself on the bed, dragging his heel unceremoniously across the white duvet, painting the starkest picture of a man out of his depth.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have wealth; he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t. But all the money of the world just couldn’t buy class. Nor respect. Nor admiration.
The demonstration complete, she positioned herself expertly half-way to the door. She hoped he was self-absorbed enough he’d be too busy entertaining himself and not call on her. But she wasn’t getting her hopes up.
“If that will be all, sir. Please don’t hesitate to call if you require anything.” She was damned if she’d let the likes of him break her professionalism.
The man looked from where he was sprawled on the bed and mumbled something incoherent before springing up. “Hey, wait a minute,” he exclaimed coming to his feet and looking her over. “You’re pretty hot.” His smile twisted into a leer.
Cindy did not blush, but stared directly back at him and replied automatically, “Thank you, sir.”
He began to walk across the thick carpet towards her. “And that’s a pretty mouth you’ve got there. I bet you give great head.” By then he was standing over her. “Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees.”
Cindy didn’t drop her gaze nor her measured voice. “I’m sorry, sir; but butlers are not allowed to offer penetration. If you like, I could have a slut summoned for your use.”
He put an arm against the wall behind her, blocking her way towards the door. “Well I don’t want a slut; I want you. Oh, C'mon, you know you wanna.” His voice might have sounded pleading, but the hand he used to grab her arm with was certainly more demanding.
The butler, however, didn’t break her demeanor. “Sir, I’m obliged to report any protocol breaks to Lady Black.”
He released her as if she were on fire and stepped back with a scowl on his face. But it was instantly replaced with a mock leer and forced grin. “Hey, why you gotta be so uptight? I was just jokin’” Even so he was backing away from her towards the bed.
“Of course, sir.” But she couldn’t help smiling to herself on the inside, before quickly changing the subject. “The services of the House are at your disposal during your stay. Please don’t hesitate to call on me should you require anything, using the button there.”
He wasn’t cocky anymore; just a kid sitting on the edge of the bed. All inflated ego burst. “Yeah, OK.”
“Have a pleasant day, sir.” With the last show of discipline and professionalism that he clearly lacked, she stalked from the room.
As her heels knocked silently down the corridor, she put away her frustration with that particular client reminding herself that she would tell Lady Black regardless of how much of a joke he was making. She wondered how someone like that could get in the Club. It wasn’t her department, however.
The problem with guys like that, though, is they would eventually be a problem. The thing about thinking your the only thing in the world is that eventually you bump into something.
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“She looks scared, doesn’t she?”
The man stood halfway between her and the door. He was dressed to be inconspicuous: dark gray suit, unremarkable hair, unremarkable expression. Though, in a way, if her heart weren’t racing faster than she could think, she might have found him handsome in the right light. But the light was to his back, and he didn’t belong here. Not in her mind, at least. Not yet.
“That would be the social conditioning, I would expect. Making you afraid, self-conscious, and embarrassed of your own body. Despite what society would have you believe it’s unbecoming of a girl to be brave, you have no reason to be afraid. We’re not here to hurt you.
"We’re here to strip away your doubts and fears, and make you whole. to make you as confident and brave as … well,” here be paused and indicated his companion, “her.” The blond girl’s eyes flitted briefly to the companion’s face and then back to the man. He had a you’ll-do-as-I-tell-you air about him, and past experiences made her fear those kinds of men. But he turned away from her and remarked to the woman standing next to him:
“Remember when you were afraid just like that?”
She nodded and a knowing smile spread over her features. She was quite striking in her own way; if he were dressed to pass unnoticed, she was dressed for the opposite. Though dress might be a bit of an exaggeration as her clothes were designed specifically to emphasize that she was wearing nothing at all.
“See, you can be just as brave and secure as she is!” the man announced to the huddled girl, as if it were the best thing that could happen to anyone. But instead she hugged herself tighter and refused to say a word.
“Well, it takes a while to get used to,” the man said with a note of disappointment in his voice. “But you’ll come around eventually. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.”
Clearly the sincerity in his voice showed that he believed it; but it’d take a while before she’d believe it too. After all, trust is built on a strong foundation of time.
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“Come in!”
The girl pushed the door open hesitantly, nervously peering around the ornate wood. The woman who had bid her enter kept her back to her to her, and didn’t even deign to look over her shoulder.
“Don’t loiter by the door, Cindy. Come forward."
Cindy’s heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she nervously took a few steps into the room. Lady Black always made her heart beat faster, both in a good and a bad way; but taking in the scene, she wondered what she’d interrupted.
She hadn’t seen the big man leaning against the window before. He must be very important if Lady Black were spending time with him. Cindy stopped a couple of respectful steps away from the chair, watching the smoke trail from her Mistress’ mouth. The man regarded her with interest from across the room, and Cindy’s gaze fell.
"Cindy,” the Lady said by way of introduction, “is one of our butlers here. One of our best, actually.” The girl’s heart beat faster. “What is it, Cindy?” Lady Black looked over her shoulder and the girl struggled a second to remember what she was doing there.
“I-it’s about Monsieur l'Formidable, Ma'am. One of his slaves told me she’d been drugged. By- by apparently an aphrodisiac."
"I see. Did she say she was forced, or show any signs of it?"
The man seemed to be taking a very keen interest in the conversation.
"No, Ma'am.”
“See if you can find out where she’s from.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
After a second, Cindy turned and slipped quickly from the room. She felt she’d clearly interrupted something important, and by comparison her own issues seemed so…insignificant. But Mistress hadn’t reprimanded her, so she wasn’t sure. But as she closed the door, half of her suspicions were confirmed as she heard Lady Black’s purposeful and clear voice,
“Now, where were we?”
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“So, how do I look?”
She peered at him appraisingly as he posed in the sunbeam. In a lot of ways, he wasn’t like the typical man. But he was hopeless in picking out the right clothes. If it wasn’t jeans and a tee, he got this befuddled look on his face, which, at least to her, looked adorable.
He was always impressed by how she managed to pull off a look. Even almost naked and wearing his shirt, she just radiated sexiness and class. But that’s what friendships were for: you covered each other’s faults. Now, if he could only find a fault in her, he mused…
The tags were still on the suit, a break from the trim formality of the bespoke attire. They hadn’t just come from the shops though; the idea was to try it all on as soon as they got back, but the plan was soon abandoned for other more pressing entertainment. Now there were only a couple of hours to the event, and just enough time to make sure everything was in order.
After a moment’s reflection, she said, “It looks like it was meant to be taken off. Slowly.”
He grinned, “What, again?"
"Awww, are you tired?” she chided him. It was wonderful to take a moment away from everything and spend some time with a man who wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Sex, of course, wasn’t the wrong idea; not in this House. It was the other things; whatever he was, he didn’t judge.
He chuckled and then his face resumed the formality of the suit. “I should do an inspection before the auction. Keep them on edge.”
“Are you sure you won’t be tempted to stay?” she murmured seductively, “Once often isn’t enough for you.”
He have her the look, and turned to pick up a pair of scissors for the tags. No; he wouldn’t be tempted. She’d tried, quite….vigorously. There was something inside him, she knew; a rock that kept him from wavering from his course. The mystery didn’t bother her, because his course happened to be the one she wanted him to be on. But she couldn’t help being curious.
The one man she couldn’t read fully was the one man she was trusting with her life.
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Her heart beat frantically in the dark. She knew what was about to happen; she’d seen it before. But there was a terrible difference between being a witness and a participant. She tried to quite her thoughts and ignore the hushed sounds from the darkness.
The setting was unorthodox, but not terribly uncomfortable; it was the anticipation that was getting to her. She tried to relax, and just as she got her breathing under control the light came on and she was on display.
The rest of the room was in absolute darkness, and she couldn’t see anything beyond the glare of the light. Then the hands came. Gently, curious, searching, exploring. They didn’t speak; the people to whom the hands belonged didn’t matter.
She was immediately glad for the restraints cleverly hidden in her gloves, shoes and the straps of her stockings. They were her allies in the fight against the part of her who wanted to escape, to run away, hide, cower in the darkness, fear, insecurity. She wanted all of them gone. But they clawed at the back of her mind, twisting her limbs painfully against her bounds, seeking rejection, embracing embarrassment, finding comfort in dejection, solace in inability, and never letting her be the star in her own life. It was the voice of “no”, and “I can’t” and “what would they say?”“
She bit her lower lip to hold her mouth from giving voice to the dying agony of her insecurities and weaknesses. But the hands were relentless, and her struggles abated. Her lip slipped from between her teeth as she began to triumph over the self she refused to be, and she could give herself over to the joy, passion and intense pleasure of being the star of her own life.
Each finger of each hand was different, touched differently, caressed different parts of her, elicited different sensations. Each one was an experience that she could finally appreciate, accept and enjoy. She felt the hands bathe her in their curiosity, attention, intent, desire; washing away the limitations of a scared little girl, and revealing the lusty dolly underneath.
The spotlight shined down on her relentlessly, making her the focus of the room. It wasn’t that it was impossible to hide…but that she didn’t need to anymore. She was finally free from herself; and the first gasp of true, unadulterated, unequivocal pleasure escaped her lips.
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