DAY TWO
Chapter Four: Breakfast Duty
Morning sunlight streamed in through a small window when I awoke, and for a moment I forgot where I was.
"Oh good, you're up," said Olive from across the little room. "Come look at this note we got from Master Aries."
Right.
I blinked the sleep from my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows. Olive was sitting cross-legged in the nude on her own bed, reading a piece of paper.
"It was outside our door this morning," she informed me. "It says we're supposed to go take a shower and then report to the breakfast room. Aw, look, there's a little drawing," she said, flipping the paper around to show a small map of hand-drawn directions.
We donned the white terrycloth robes that hung from hooks on the door, and followed the map to the showers.
This bathroom was not as luxurious as the dressing room from the day before, but it was clean and bright, and featured several shower stalls with frosted glass doors. Beside the sinks were neatly arranged jars and trays of various cosmetics, and two matching piles of clothing were folded neatly on the creamy marble countertop.
"Those must be for us," said Olive.
"I guess so," I said. "There's no note, though. Maybe these are someone else's clothes?"
Olive put her hands on her hips.
"Nah, those are for us," she said.
As I washed my body beneath the hot water, memories from the night before came to me vividly. I touched the skin of my ass and remembered it, bare and waiting, before a strange man. An unseen cock seeking entrance; being granted it. Aries' voice, saying "no, no," not to worry about us coming but yes, good, come in their mouths...
Desire rocked me back against the shower tiling, my hips grinding into the hard surface as I thought about the way I had been ordered to let myself be fucked. With a sluttish heat on my breath, I began to masturbate, stroking my fingers up and down between my swollen and slippery labia: first leisurely, savouring every sparkle of pleasure there, then faster, my fingers dancing me toward the edge of orgasm.
I was just starting to come, my head lurching forward with the surge of it, when I was startled by the sound of the bathroom door banging open and half a dozen people coming in.
I let the orgasm ride me out, stifling moans of pleasure with a hand. My cunt wanted more, but when I heard the women talking clear as day and saw their feet right on the other side of my stall door, I withdrew my hands from my thighs and began to wash my hair. For surely, I thought, there will be time enough in the course of the day.
I held up the "outfit" that had been waiting on the counter. It consisted of a little pair of petal-pink silk shorts, a charcoal grey garter belt and stockings, matching ivory-coloured heels and bracelets, a thin black velvet choker collar, and grey sequinned pasties in the shapes of hearts. I looked around to see if I had somehow missed the rest of it, but there was not another garment in sight, and the other folded pile of clothing looked identical.
I fastened the garter belt around my waist, pulled on and secured the stockings, and donned the rest of the ensemble. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit: I looked cute. Sexy. The combination of colours and fabrics felt at once refined and incredibly slutty, especially when I remembered I was wearing this to breakfast, apparently. I was considering whether to throw the bathrobe on overtop when Olive emerged from the showers, towelling her hair.
"Wow!" she said, looking me up and down. "You look seriously hot."
I watched as Olive gleefully dressed herself in the matching outfit. I wondered how, at every step, she seemed so sure and easy while I, beside her, was stiff with insecurity and fear. She saw me looking in her direction in the mirror and glanced down at the shorts she'd just put on.
"What, do I have something on me? Is there a tag sticking out or something?"
"No no, you look great. I was just..."
Olive looked at me, waiting for me to finish my thought.
"You make it look so easy," I fumbled, blushing under the soft mirror lights. "I guess I—I feel like I'm jumping off a cliff every moment I've been here and you—you don't seem phased by any of this. I envy you."
Olive set down the lipstick she'd been applying and rubbed her lips together thoughtfully. She turned to regard me.
"Do you want to be here, Perdita?"
"Yes. I really do. I just—"
"Then get over it. Right? Stop focusing on being afraid and just fucking enjoy."
I laughed nervously, and Olive pulled me in for a hug. "Hey, c'mere. I'm your friend here, ok? If you want to talk—about anything—I'll listen. We're in this together."
I was grateful for the gesture of friendship, and as we finished getting ready I reflected on the jealousy I'd felt the night before, and resolved to see Olive as a friend from now on rather than a rival.
The breakfast room was bright with morning sunlight and the clatter of the cutlery and dishes being stacked by a large buffet table at one end of the room. The crowd of diners was small and for the most part well-dressed, and even the servers were more conservatively attired than I'd seen elsewhere in Eros House. I felt naked in my scant attire, but no one shrieked or pointed and I repeated Olive's advice to myself. Just fucking enjoy.
