This story is a prelude to my other stories of Jasmine and Justine.
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Jasmine and Justine: First Meeting
Chapter One
**Welcome, Cozy Chat member: Justine There are –one- other members online
Justine: Hello?
Jasmine: Hello pet.
Justine: Mistress, hi. *on my knees I crawl to your feet and kiss them gently*
Jasmine: Very good pet. So good to see you again.
Justine: And good to see You Mistress. Justine: Mistress, I have something to ask of you.
Jasmine: Do you, pet? Go ahead. You may ask.
Justine: Well, I will be in California in a couple of weeks for a conference and...
Jasmine: and?
Justine: well, I thought we could, well, meet while I'm there? Justine: That is, if it pleases You.
Jasmine: Give me a moment, pet.
Jasmine looked at the monitor, then leaned back in her chair. She placed her elbows on the chair arms and rested her chin on her steepled fingers. Nothing like this had happened before with her "chat subs" and she intrigued. Justine had been her favorite virtual sub for a while and this was an opportunity that might never come again. With a little planning this could be a very interesting visit.
Jasmine: I'd love to meet with you, pet. But where will the conference be? Justine: *squeal* It's in San Francisco. Is, is that close to you?
Jasmine considered for a moment, then replied.
Jasmine: It's about an hour west of me. But I love going into the city. I could meet you there. Jasmine: Would that be ok?
Justine: Oh yes, yes! Great, wonderful!!!
Jasmine: We can work out the details later then.
Justine: Ok, I'm so excited!!!!*silly grin*
Jasmine: And so am I, my pet.
Chapter Two
Justine zipped her suitcases closed and looked around her hotel room to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind. Satisfied, she called the front desk and asked Room Service to send someone up to carry her bags to the lobby. It was Friday evening, the conference was over and her secret vacation was about to begin.
In the lobby she tipped the bellboy and sat waiting for her rental car to arrive. When the agent came into the hotel Justine flagged him down and, after he helped her load her suitcases into the trunk, thanked him and drove away from the conference hotel. About forty minutes later she pulled into the driveway of another hotel, one that Jasmine had recommended as being comfortable and much less expensive than the conference hotel. Since her company would only pay for a hotel through Thursday night, this was the only way that Justine could afford to stay over in San Francisco until Sunday evening.
Justine gave her name to the Indian woman behind the desk and said that she had a reservation for Friday and Saturday nights. She was about to hand the clerk her credit card when the woman smiled and said that her room had been paid for in advance. Also, there was a package for Justine, left by the woman who had paid for the room. Justine was startled by this turn of events, but after arranging for a bellboy to help her with her bags, accepted the package and followed her bags to her room. Ten minutes later Justine was settled in her new room. It was smaller than her earlier room, but it was clean and, if the view wasn't much to brag about, at least the window didn't face out onto a gray gravel covered roof like the window in her room in the conference hotel.
Justine had pushed her suitcases into the small closet, and now sat in the chair at the writing desk where she had placed the mysterious package. On the outside of the package was a cream colored envelope with her name written on it in a beautiful calligraphic script. Justine untied the coarse string that was wrapped around the package and opened the envelope. Inside was a note in the same style of writing.
My dear justine,
I'm so glad that you are able to stay over the weekend and I look forward to our real time together. Please accept the gifts that accompany this note. I would like for you to wear the clothes you will find inside the box as I have reservations for us at a nice restaurant and I want you to look extra nice tonight. Also, inside is a cell phone for your use while you are here as I know how some employers react when company phones are used for personal calls.
Please call me as soon as you finish reading this note so that we can arrange a time for me to pick you up.
Your Mistress,
Jasmine
Justine now understood why Jasmine had wanted her clothing sizes earlier. However, she was surprised that Jasmine had left her a cell phone. But, since her only phone was a company phone, it would make the accounting department back home happy that she didn't have to pay roaming charges to make local calls. And, no one would be able to track who she called while she was here, a definite plus. She picked up the phone and dialed the number that Jasmine had given her earlier in the week when they had chatted on-line to work out the details of their meeting. She was so tense she could hardly breathe. The phone rang several times and just as Justine was afraid that her call would be forwarded to voice mail, a woman answered.
"Hello my pet."
"Hi, it's me, Justine. I'm here at the hotel that you recommended and it's nice like you said and I was wondering where we should meet do you want..."
"Pet, please," Jasmine laughed. "You're babbling like a schoolgirl."
"Oh, oh, sorry, Jas...I mean Mistress."
"That's better, pet. Now have you tried on the clothes in the package I left for you?"
"No. I wanted to call you first, just to let you know that I made it here ok."
"That's good. Now, I want you put on the clothes that you will find in the package and wait for me outside the hotel before I come to pick you up. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I want you to be outside waiting for me."
Justine looked at the clock radio by the bed. "Ok, um, Mistress. But can you give me a little more time? I don't think..."
"Justine. You know what happens when you disappoint me."
"Yes, well, that's just in the chat room and..."
"You're down to thirteen minutes." Jasmine broke the connection.
Justine, put the new phone in her purse and stepped around the bed and grabbed the brown paper wrapped package. She ripped off the paper, opened the box and dumped the clothes she found inside onto the bed. She blushed as she picked them up and held them out to examine them. There was a black dress that looked a size too small, a pair of opaque black stockings with a seam in the back, a black lace garter belt and a pair of three inch heels. That was all. Justine just stared at the clothes for a moment, then she glanced over at the clock and saw that she had ten minutes left before she had to be outside the hotel entrance. She began stripping off her clothes, tossing them aside with no attempt to fold them. As she removed her clothes, the lack of underwear in the package puzzled her and she simply left on the black bra and thong that she was wearing. She pulled on the garter belt, sat on the bed and eased the hose up her legs. She pulled on the black dress, found that her bra straps showed under the thin straps of the dress, hesitated, then removed her bra and pulled the dress straps up and over her shoulders. She stepped into the shoes, grabbed her pocketbook and rushed from the room. The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive and Justine took the opportunity to examine her reflection in the mirror finish of the doors. The dress came only to mid-thigh, barely clearing the dark bands at the tops of the stockings. The shoes made the calves of her legs appear longer and slimmer. However, the most embarrassing part of the ensemble was that her nipples were plainly evident through the thin black material of the dress.
Still, Justine was pleased with the effect despite her earlier misgivings. When she exited the elevator she walked confidently through the hotel lobby and out the hotel entrance. She had been a competent skater in her twenties so high heels were never a problem,.
A new looking black Volvo was idling in the covered driveway. All of the windows were darkly tinted and almost opaque. As Justine walked over to it the driver's window smoothly lowered and Justine saw a beautiful Indian woman sitting in the driver's seat drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. The woman had dark skin and black hair that flowed in waves to below her shoulders. She did not have a bindi between her eyebrows. Justine stood by the car, her handbag clutched in her hands and said, "Hello. Um, are you Jasmine?"
The woman said nothing, just looked up at Justine. . "I'm, well, I'm Justine. I'm supposed to meet a friend of mine here and.."
"Get in pet." The Indian woman said.
"So you're Jasmine?" Justine replied.
The woman said nothing and the window began to close. Justine opened her mouth to say something, decided against it, and walked around the car to get into the passenger seat. She was nervous and could hardly manage to get the seat belt around her.
"When you finish fumbling with the seat belt," Jasmine said. "Put your purse in the briefcase on the floor and put it in the back seat."
Justine picked up the briefcase. Though it was painted a gloss black, it looked like one of those aluminum cases that photographers sometimes used. She turned toward Jasmine. "This? Is there some reason why?"
Jasmine steered the car down the hotel driveway and did not look at Justine. "Yes, pet, there is a reason." Jasmine similed and gave Justine a brief glance. "Because I told you to do so."
"Well, ok." Justine picked up the case, placed her purse in it, snapped the catches closed and put the case in the back seat, being careful not to bump Jasmine in the process.
As Jasmine pulled away from the hotel and onto the freeway, Justine said, "Jasmine, it's really great to finally meet you. I mean face to face that is. You look just like I..."
Jasmine snapped, "Please be quiet, pet. I will tell you when to speak."
"Oh, well, ok, Mistress." Justine said, placing an exaggerated emphasis on Mistress. "I just thought we could get acquainted and before we got into role-playing."
Jasmine pulled into the emergency lane on the left hand side of the road and stopped the car. She turned to Justine, looked her up and down. Justine blushed as Jasmine's gaze settled on her nipples, embarrassed even more as they stiffened and poked even farther out. Jasmine reached over, took a nipple between her finger and thumb and twisted it savagely. Justine cried out and tried to slide away from Justine. Jasmine pulled Justine's nipple then released it. Justine put her hand over her breast and looked at Jasmine in mute amazement.
"If you want to get out and go back to the hotel," Jasmine said. "Then, please, do so now."
The car rocked as a huge truck roared past. Justine turned her head and beyond the window saw the traffic flashing past the car. "Ok, Jas, I mean, Mistress. As pleases you."
"That's better. Now be quiet and do as you are told."
Justine nodded.
Jasmine eased the car back into traffic and drove off into the gathering darkness.
Chapter Three
