The red, gold and brown leaves danced across the tarmac as the taxi swept down the tree lined avenue on the mild autumn Friday afternoon. Cherry sat in the back seat with the sunlight flashing across her face as it shone between the passing branches. It had taken her a little while to reach this point in her journey, not in the taxi, but in her erotic discovery.
Cherry had past the initial flush of youth but was approaching what many would consider her sexual prime. The disparity between men and women with the male peaking too early without the experience needed to put the hormones to good use. She was still a very desirable woman. Long dark hair, smokey grey eyes and full pouting lips. Not overly tall but her height carried the curves to her body that on many occasions has caused heads, both male and female to turn in admiration.
The cab drifted to a halt, its tires crunching the gravel in the gutter to signal their arrival at the destination. Cherry unclasped her small handbag and removed a silver compact case and lipstick. The compact flipped open and she glances into the small round mirror, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Twisting the lipstick tube, its content emerged like a mini erection which always made her inner child smile. Pursing her lips she applied a fresh layer to her lips. The smear of deep dark red, making her mouth even more delicious and glossy. Deep Cherry, her signature colour.
Opening the door she stepped out onto the pavement her long coat parting to the knee exposing a fine sculptured lower leg. She steadied herself on the heels she wore for the first time that day. Mirror smooth black patent stilettos with a four inch heel in a chrome silver. A thin leather strap encircled each of her neat ankles secured by a small silver buckle. She bent to look at the driver who simply nodded and pulled away. "He" had already covered the cost of the fare.
Cherry turned to look at the House. She did not know the address or the area but it was a normal street. Nice houses nothing shabby, she assumed it would be a road where professionals would buy their family homes. She walked up the brick paved path towards a pale green welcoming front door. There was a double garage adjacent but no car in the driveway to give any clue to her hosts means or wealth.
On the doorstep Cherry took a deep breath and taking a big step forward in her desires reached out and pressed the bell push with an immaculately manicured fingertip. The nail polished to match her lips. She faintly heard a chime from within shortly followed by footsteps approaching.
The door opened and He was there.
They had met before of course but only the once. They had corresponded by texts on many occasions and her smartphone gave evidence to the trail of corruption that he had brought into her life and she had willingly accepted. The messages had opened her mind to new ideas and cravings that she had kept supressed for her whole life until that moment. She wanted more but needed that extra bit of security before she stepped off the cliff into unknown experiences. He had agreed and they had met for an hour at a small intimate bar one evening. Neutral ground. He had explained the practicality of what they both wanted, how he would arrange everything, how she would need to behave and he gave a hint of what he would do without giving any details.
He stood in front of her now in the same suit he had worn at that their first meeting. Dark grey, well cut, nothing flashy. A bright white shirt exposed between the lapels of the jacket, the top two buttons open giving him a slightly more casual edge. The smart navy tie he wore at the bar was nowhere to be seen.
Standing at just less than six feet tall and average build he would not stand out in a crowd, his balding head may turn off some women, but once they noticed his eyes they would be captured for a moment. He had deep blue eyes, the colour that's hard to describe, like warm ice, and that could see into your soul and understand your inner thoughts.
"Miss Cherry, will you please come in. I trust you had a pleasant journey?"
Cherry, feeling a little nervous could only nod and stepped into the hallway.
"Please come through, and take a seat."
He said, ushering her into a sitting room and indicating a modern comfortable upholstered chair. The room and she suspected the whole house, was decorated to a high standard with good taste. Pastel colour walls with the occasional feature that caught her eye. Before she could examine her surroundings further he sat opposite her in a matching chair.
"Can I get you a drink of anything? Tea, Coffee, Wine?"
"Just a little water please." She replied and he returned a few seconds later pouring a bottle of Evian into a crystal glass clinking with a few ice cubes. Taking a sip and leaving a faint red smudge on the rim of the glass she set it down on the table next to her. Holding her hands together on her lap she looked at him again.
Those eyes of his were looking directly into hers, reading her thoughts. A small curve formed at his mouth. Not mocking but a knowing smile of things to come.
"Do you remember the discussion we had when we met at the bar? Have you followed my instructions?"
"Yes.. yes I have." Replied Cherry, a slight flush forming on her cheeks.
"Very well then. Firstly you may leave this room turn right and leave by the front door right now and a taxi is waiting. I will understand and not trouble you again. Alternatively you will turn left and follow me up the staircase and be mine for the weekend until four o'clock on Sunday when a car will take you home. Do you understand?"
Cherry nodded
"Answer me correctly please"
"Yes Sir, I understand."
"Good. Now, do you have something for me?"
Cherry opened her handbag again and withdrew a small folded piece of paper. On it was written in her feminine hand, two words. She passed him the paper. Unfolding it he glanced at the words, then refolded the note and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket.
"You understand that only the first word will make me immediately stop what I am doing to let you have a moment to consider your position. The second word releases you immediately from our arrangement and you will be free to go at any time should you say the word. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Sir"
