Kat opened the door of the cab and stepped onto the sidewalk. Leaning into the driver's window she peeled off a couple of notes, passing them to the driver, feeling his eyes appraising the swell of her ample breasts. She picked up her small sports bag and walked across to the apartment building, adding a little more sway to her walk, so that she could show off her curvy, womanly body. As she reached the doorway, Kat dipped into her purse and took out an envelope. Inside the envelope was a magnetic key card. She slid the card into the slot and listened for the click of the door lock being released. Pushing through the doorway, she made her way across the deserted lobby and into the elevator. She punched the button for the fifth floor and, as the car hummed upwards, she smoothed the front of her button through dress over the curves of her body. The elevator came to a halt, with a soft bump, and the doors opened with an almost inaudible swishing sound.
Stepping into a short hallway, Kat strode confidently to the doorway at the far end. It swung open, silently, and she stepped through into an elegantly furnished vestibule. She turned at the rattling click of a key being turned in the lock and found herself facing a rather imposing man, dressed in a dark suit with a vest, cut after the English style, single breasted with a matching vest. A gold chain stretched across the front of the vest between the two pockets. Smiling coolly, the man plucked a gold watch out of his pocket, on the end of the chain and flipped the cover open. Closing the watch with a snap and returning it to his vest pocket, he smiled more broadly and spoke.
"Good day to you, my dear Kat. My name is James and I shall be your guide for today and the first part of your stay with us," he told her, his voice sounding very English, the pronunciation clipped and correct.
"Hello, James," Kat replied, "How do you know my name?"
"You are the only respondent with an appointment for this afternoon," he informed her.
Turning, he led the way to a pale wood door, set in the far corner of the vestibule. Gesturing for Kat to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs facing the window, he lowered his six-foot frame into the opposite chair. From a table by the arm of his chair, James picked up a slim file. Opening it to the second page, he glanced over the letter that she had written, in reply to the advertisement in the evening paper.
"You say in your letter that you are finding life a little dull and mundane. So you answered the advertisement we placed, asking for prospective Adventurers for our society. You realise what sort of adventures we expect to be having, do you not?" James questioned her.
"As the ad was placed in the contacts pages, I assume they will be sexual adventures," Kat replied, smiling.
James returned her smile and closed the folder with a clear snap. Standing up he held out a hand and helped her to her feet. Dropping the folder on the table, he led her through a second door into a tiny closet, with a second door at the opposite end. The door had no handle, just a push-button lock and a single silvery coloured plaque with the single word 'Initiation' engraved on the metal. James punched a code into the lock and pushed the door open. Kat followed him into a room with subdued, shadowless lighting, dominated by a low, leather-topped couch. The top surface of the couch was sculptured and fitted with short straps and leather cuffs. Kat placed her bag on the floor and looked into James' eyes. Deep within the black pupils, she could see a glimmer of cruelty, mingled with lust and desire. James reached out and slowly, using just his fingertips, unfastened the top button of her dress. Kat held his gaze with her eyes as he moved his hand lower and lower, unfastening each button as though he was uncovering priceless treasure. When his fingers reached her waist, he lifted both hands and pushed the cloth of her dress over her shoulders so that it slid to the floor.
Kat had dressed to excite and tantalise, with her ripe breasts cradled in a soft, black silk bra, trimmed with lace with a fastening between her generous breasts. Around her waist, a matching garterbelt held up black silk stockings and her pussy was covered by a triangular scrap of lace, barely large enough to cover her erect, swollen clit, tied with bows at each side of her hips. James reached out again and unfastened the front of her bra, letting her full, ripe breasts tumble out and tremble with every breath she took. He moved his hands lower down her belly and pinched the end of each bow between his fingertips, tugging gently so that they came unfastened. Kat shook her head, shaking the tumble of brown waves over her shoulders and shivering as she felt the slick material clinging to her smooth skinned pussy. James pulled the silk away and peeled it from her skin.
"Kneel on the bench, on your knees and elbows," James instructed her.