It was 7:30am. The buzz of Denna's cell phone went off next to the bed. She rolled over and tapped the snooze, flipping back over onto her back. The Hotel, it was the first thought in her head. Her mind began to spin.
"Would there be a lot of people there? Would someone sit down next to me? Or would they simply come up and touch my hand, just so I'd know they were talking to me?" All of which she couldn't wait to find out.
Denna stood in her closet, knowing full well what she was about to wear. A smile curled at the corners of her mouth, only one person knew what was underneath.
It was a satin bra to make the light-weight, hugging sweater fit just right. Panties weren't needed, not for this. Professional but, low too the hips, she wore snug-fitting, black slacks. A pair of medium height heels, and a black satin blindfold that acted like a scarf was nicely tied around her neck. It would've stood in for a collar, for the way she wore it. Denna was excited to do what she was told, dying to know if it turned Him on more than it was affecting her.
Denna took one last look in the mirror, not just smiling to herself for the strength she had to do it but, for eagerness that filled up every nerve in her body.
A chilly morning it was. Denna slipped into her leather jacket and then grabbed the planner, purse, and keys off the table. She tried too concentrate but, it was hard. Denna hoped too remember the important things she needed for her appointments and yet constantly distracted by the fun she was about to have. Business was business and it came first. Those clients were before "The Hotel" but, that's the way He planned it.
Denna drove to her first appointment, the client only fifteen minutes away from The Hotel. Denna's hands were ice cold. She could barely feel the pads of her fingers, as she rubbed them together. Just below the surface was the heat, coiling behind her softly,lined bra. Denna felt her bottom lip. It had become sore, just to the inside. She exhaled, not realizing that she'd nibbled at it over the course of getting to this point.
The meeting had ended, quicker than expected for which she was relieved. The next appointment was across the street, a small office building which stood plain with no visible character to it. The fresh air felt good against her partly covered breasts, as she walked across the street from her car. The goose bumps began, unable to shake the many thoughts of Him. How was he feeling knowing that this was the day it would happen?
Now standing at the front desk, Denna looked around their lobby. Big, puffy, sofa chairs were pushed up against the wall. And just off to the side, a big fireplace was next too an all-seeing window. She laughed to herself, thinking of the step by step directions of her task. Those same chairs were at The Hotel. The meeting went quickly, so far making her day run like clock work.
A short drive to The Hotel and Denna was walking into the lobby. She glanced at the front desk, a brisk smile, as though she'd already checked in. Her heart was beating so hard, it was heard in her inner ear, as it muffled the sounds of the lobby. She passed the first set of sofa chairs, which were placed in the shape of a horse-shoe. The next set of chairs, back to back. Denna had sat in these chairs once before, meeting several clients in the past.
A couple feet away from the front desk, almost unnoticeable were large love seats which faced the fireplace. Denna walked slowly toward it and then sat down making herself comfortable.
The foot traffic in the lobby was heavy. An obvious meeting had just gotten out or was just beginning. Denna waited and waited, playing with the edges of her satin blindfold, enjoying the delicious torture He'd put her right in the middle of.
The noise died down some but, it didn't leave the lobby empty. Denna looked at the wall clock above the fireplace, 10 minutes she had too wear it. Pulling the blindfold free of her neck, Denna tied it securely around her head, covering her eyes --the clock started.
