(continued from part 3)
On Monday morning, Arin awoke, still in Molly's arms, gently entangled herself from the embrace, and arose from the bed. Lighthearted, she romped to the kitchen, and prepared them both a lovely breakfast. If all went well, she would be out of this clinging garment, perhaps as early as lunchtime. As enticing as she might look dressed in this, she was becoming aware that her body was starting to signal aromatically that she should bathe soon.
Molly came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching, and wearing one of Arin's fluffy white robes. From the flashes of skin that peaked though its openings, it looked as if she was wearing nothing else under it. Arin tried not to stare (unsuccessfully) and tried not to drool (successfully), as she served Molly.
After their meal was finished, Molly showered and dressed. She picked out a dark black blouse and wore it under a light gray business suit. A simple gold necklace and sensible black flats completed the outfit. Still uneasy about her mission, she hoped her clothing would project a business like aura. Giving Arin a chaste kiss, she murmured, "Wish me luck," and climbed into her car. Waving goodbye, Molly drove off for her appointment at the lawyer's office.
After a while, she pulled into a parking lot near a small office building in what passed for the downtown area of this town. Entering the building, she checked the directory. The office she was looking for was on the third floor, the top one for this building. Riding up the elevator, she tried to keep the butterflies that were flapping inside her stomach under control.
The office was not difficult to find. Flipping back her hair and smoothing down her jacket, she gathered her courage and opened the door. Inside, she found no one present but a friendly receptionist, a petite woman with green eyes and long blonde hair. As the woman greeted her, Molly observed that the woman's hair tumbled down over the bright red front buttoned blouse that she was wearing. The rest of her was hidden behind the desk at which she sat.
"Good morning Madam. May I help you?" the receptionist inquired.
"Yes, thank you. My name is Molly Storms."
"Oh yes, Miss Storms. My name is Alice. We have been expecting you. Miss Wallace told me to send you in the moment you arrived. This way please."
Alice arose from her desk, revealing a lovely white skirt that reached to her knees, and ushered Molly into the lawyer's inner sanctum. "Miss Storms is here, Miss Wallace." After this brief announcement, Alice left the room, closing the door behind her.
Molly noticed that the room was lined with bookshelves of bound volumes, probably books about the law. The sight was formal, and a bit intimidating. The lawyer got up from her desk, coming around with her hand outstretched in greeting. Her feet made no sound as she walked across the thick beige carpeting.
"Welcome, Miss Storms," the lawyer said in a dulcet tone of voice.
"Please, call me Molly," Molly told the lawyer as she accepted her warm handshake.
The lawyer replied, "OK Molly, as long as you call me Jessica. Arin called, and said that you were on your way here." She smiled brightly and took Molly's hand in both of hers as she said this, and held the contact longer than might be expected in this formal setting.
This gave Molly a chance to look more closely at the woman before her. She took in the woman's shining auburn hair that was long enough to caress the white, silken blouse where it covered her shoulders. The blouse seemed to be translucent, giving a hint of a white lacy bra beneath it. Molly's eyes traveled down Jessica's lush figure, beautifully encased in that white blouse, and along the black skirt that almost reached her knees. She was wearing black pumps that gleamed in the well lit room. Casting her gaze back up into the lawyer's face, Molly observed her generous lips, curved in a bedazzling smile, and her attractive nose. But what drew her attention the most was Jessica's eyes - a deep shade of brown, twinkling with intelligence.
Molly realized that she was staring, and that Jessica was aware of it. Blushing a shade of pink, Molly withdrew her hand, saying, "Sorry."
Jessica laughed. "That's quite all right. I will confess that I was looking you over at the same time. I'm aware that you are here to collect the keys that Arin's aunt left her. Alice knows not to disturb us, but I'll ensure our security during this transfer. Please, have a seat."
As Molly sat comfortably in one of the brown plush chairs set out for clients, Jessica went first to the door through which Molly had entered the office, and locked it. She next walked over to a large wall safe, spun its dial carefully, and worked the lever to open it. She pulled out a small satchel, and relocked the safe.
Standing there, holding the satchel, she turned to face Molly. Molly heard something different in Jessica's voice as the lawyer said to her, "Here are the special keys that Arin's aunt willed to her." There was a curious catch in her voice as she went on to say, "Arin told me over the phone that you had agreed to be her Domme. Is this true?"
This statement and question shocked Molly. Slowly gathering her wits, she exclaimed, "Arin told you that?"
Jessica smiled and nodded, "Yes she did. And please don't worry. I was well aware of Arin's aunt's kinkiness. This is why she trusted me with these keys, and gave Arin those special instructions about how someone else had to obtain them for her. So please tell me, have you agreed to be Arin's Domme?"
As the shock ebbed somewhat, Molly thought to herself, "Arin and I better have a little talk about confidentiality. I certainly don't want her telling the whole world about our new relationship." Well aware that a flush of hot blood was coloring her face crimson, Molly finally found the courage to tell this relative stranger, "Yes, I have."
Jessica's smile broadened as she stated, "I am so glad and relieved to hear that." After making this declaration, she walked directly in front of the chair in which Molly sat. To Molly's utter astonishment, Jessica gracefully sank to her knees on the carpeting.
She held the satchel cupped in both of her hands and raised it up in offering to Molly. Holding it there, she lowered her eyes and tilted her face slightly downward, saying, "These are yours, Miss. Please know that I was one of Arin's aunt's submissives. I miss her greatly. It's thrilling that you are taking over for her. Arin gave me a glowing report of your manner and sensibility, highly recommending you."
Taking the satchel from Jessica's hands, Molly was dazed by this new development. It rendered her speechless, so she sat there quietly as Jessica lowered her face all the way to the floor, and pressed her soft lips against Molly's ankles. From this position of submission, Jessica spoke, "I hope that you will consider me worthy to be your submissive, along with Arin. If you need me for anything, please know that I am available, Miss." Completing this declaration, she rose back up to her kneeling position, and moved her hands to her thighs, resting them there, palms up.
Laughing nervously, Molly blurted, "You're joking, right? You can't be serious."
Jessica was unfazed by Molly's outburst. "I assure you, Miss. I am very serious."
After several minutes of discussion, Molly finally came to believe Jessica's proposal was genuine, causing her to think frantically. The main thought that resonated in her mind was, "Do all Dominants run into this? Submissives throwing themselves at their feet, unbidden?"
As the seconds of silence dragged into minutes, Jessica's cheeks reddened slightly and her body began a subtle quivering. Almost whispering, she asked with a trembling voice, "Am I not pleasing to you, Miss? Have I been too forward?"
Molly moistened her mouth, and finally found her voice. "No, Jessica. You just caught me by surprise. I hope you understand that this idea of being a Dominant is rather new to me. I'm getting used to the idea, and I do find, at least with Arin, that being in control of her touches something deep inside me. Something wonderful."
Jessica waited patiently until Molly appeared to be finished speaking. She then said in a very manner of fact tone, "Perhaps you would like to inspect my body, Miss? That might help you decide."
Molly felt this encounter was going from bizarre to surreal. Trying desperately to make sense of the situation, she asked, "Inspect your body? You mean tell you to strip naked for inspection? Right here, in your office?"
"Yes Miss, if that would please you. We will not be disturbed. Alice and I suspected that you might wish to do this."
By now, Molly was incredulous. "Alice? You mean that she is also part of this?"
"Yes Miss, she was also one of the aunt's playmates. She's not in here with us right now, because we did not want to overwhelm you with all this information."
Molly took several slow, deep breaths, digesting what she had heard. In a strange way, this all made sense, since Arin's aunt would certainly be able to entrust her keys to a lawyer who was also her submissive, along with precise instructions about how they were to be handled. Molly was slowly getting accustomed to this new turn of events. Nevertheless, her heart was pounding fiercely as she gave her first command to Jessica, wondering how she would react. "Stand up, girl. Let me see you."
Molly was gratified to see that without a word, Jessica rose from her knees and, keeping her eyes and face lowered, raised her arms above her head with her wrists crossed. Holding that pose, she turned in a slow 360° circle.
Getting a tiny bit bolder, Molly said, "Very lovely. Lower your arms and look at me."
Jessica obeyed.
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Molly continued, "You have such lovely eyes. Only lower them if I tell you to, otherwise look directly at me."
"Yes Miss," Jessica acknowledged quietly.
Molly could barely breathe as she issued her next command. "Keep your eyes looking at my face, and strip completely for me, girl." Her heart seemed to be trying to jump up into her throat as she waited to see if this woman would really obey such a command.
Jessica did not appear to be dismayed in the slightest. In fact, she seemed elated as her hands began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Molly watched, enraptured, as Jessica performed her slow striptease. Never taking her eyes from Molly's face, Jessica lifted the lower edge of her blouse out of her skirt and slipped the blouse off of her shoulders, and placed it blindly on the desk behind her. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, and that white wisp of lace soon joined the blouse on her desk.
