Tuesday, November 19th
I woke up this morning around nine with my jeans and sweater still on, lying on top of the covers of my hotel room bed. After lying there a couple more minutes, allowing my senses to come around, I pulled myself up and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. I took a quick drink and then headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. On my way I noticed another crème colored envelope had been pushed under my door. I picked it up and continued to my original destination.
Slave,
You will be picked up at 2:00 p.m. Your clothes are in the bottom drawer.
Be sure to eat lunch prior.
It was the same directions as the day before. I hoped it would not lead to the same outcome.
After reading the note I became completely aware of how bad I stunk. The smell of sweat and twenty different women stuck to me like paint. Even though I did not need to be anywhere for several hours, I had to get in the shower. I reached into the shower and turned it on, allowing it a little time to warm up while I stripped off my clothes. Looking in the mirror I could not believe the marks on my body. My ass was still marked with blotches of red from the flogging I had received. In addition, my back and chest had many short scratches in bunches of four from Laura's nails. While none of them were deep, they were easily noticeable.
I climbed in the shower and quickly lathered on the soap. Occasionally it found a deeper cut and made me more aware of my marks. After washing my body completely, I washed and conditioned my hair and did a quick once-over to make sure I still had no body hair. When that was all done I decided to have a seat in the bottom of the shower and just let the hot water and steam rush over me. It was very relaxing and I think I actually drifted off for a couple minutes. Eventually I pulled myself up and out of the shower and began to dry myself off.
Now that I was dry, I headed back into my room to see what clothes I would be wearing today. I opened the drawer and discovered clothing similar to what I was given to wear the day prior except for one detail. Everything was black. There were black shoes, jeans, t-shirt, and a black sweater. I had not worn that much black at once since I was in Junior High and went through a 'dark' stage in my life.
I pulled on the clothes and prepared myself for the day ahead. As I pulled the sweater over my head the phone rang and I quickly rushed over to grab it.
"Hello," I said, as I picked up the phone.
"Good morning, Slave," came the sultry response of the woman on the other end of the line.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"You don't know me," she responded, "but you soon will. I was the winning bidder for you, for today. I am calling to see if you would like to go to lunch in a little bit."
"I thought we weren't starting until two," I responded in confusion.
"That's right. My eight hours does not start until two. I just thought maybe you were sick of that hotel restaurant food and might like some company someplace different," she followed up.
I pondered it a minute and decided I really had nothing better to do and I would love to eat somewhere different. "Sure. Why not?" I answered.
"Wonderful! I will be waiting for you out front in about twenty minutes. See you then."
After we hung up I put on my shoes and finished getting ready. After I touched up my hair and brushed my teeth, I headed down to the lobby just as my clock read 11:30. As I reached the front door the black Town Car I had grown accustomed to seeing every time I came out of someplace was pulling up to the door. As I approached, the back passenger-side door opened to let me in.
As I stepped up to the car I saw the longest, most beautiful legs I had ever seen. They were encased in sexy black stockings with a black high-heeled shoe dangling from the toe of her right foot which was crossed provocatively over her left leg. A glimpse of her honey-colored skin could be seen at the top edge of her stockings as her magnificent legs disappeared beneath her short, tailored business suit. Her suit was black as the Indiana night as was her shoulder-length hair. They both contrasted nicely with the carnation pink blouse she wore. It was impossible to make out the exact size of her breasts beneath the silk blouse, but it was obvious they were magnificent.
As I crawled into the back seat next to her my eyes rose to meet hers. They were as bright and green as anything I had ever seen and seemed to sparkle in the shadows. Her upturned nose, round face, and full lips gave her the look of a model, although it was mildly apparent that she was well into her thirties and past her prime. I found out later that she had actually been Miss Ohio about seventeen years ago and missed being Miss USA by the smallest of margins. Needless to say, she was a knockout.
We sat quietly for a couple minutes as the Town Car glided down the street. "I hope you like Thai food," she said, breaking the silence.
"I've never had it," I admitted. "But I'll try anything once."
"It is so good to hear you say that," she responded coyly, as she cracked a bit of a smile. "I'm Gretchen, by the way."
"Pleased, to meet you," I followed, as I took her hand and pecked it lightly.
After exchanging pleasantries for several minutes we arrived at the restaurant and headed inside. There were only a handful of people at this place, but it was really rather nice. The walls were adorned with various forms of decoration to give the room the atmosphere of actually being in some Far-East locale. The tablecloths and hanging lights finished off the look and really brought the whole room together. We sat there only a couple minutes before the waitress brought us our food and drinks.
"I hope you don't mind," Gretchen said, as she picked up her utensils from the table. "I went ahead and ordered for us before I picked you up. I'm sure you will love it."
