The Hypnotist's Harem
Karen Joins The Harem Part 4
For the next few days, Karen's mind was a mixture of confusion, excitement, and nervousness. Saturday could not get there soon enough.
When the day of the party finally arrived, she put on a skirt and blouse and told her husband she was meeting some coworkers to go over last week's presentation.
Her husband Jack barely took his attention from the college football game he was watching. "Have fun. I've got at least two more games to keep me company tonight."
Karen managed to muster a sarcastic, "Wonderful, don't wait up."
She drove but barely noticed the roads. She pulled up to the house, an older Victorian stone home that wasn't quite a mansion but definitely not the three-bed, two-bath suburban models that dotted the landscape in this area.
She looked up just in time to avoid hitting a young man standing in the driveway. Karen put down her window quickly. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I didn't hit you, did I?"
"No, Miss," he said. "You must be Karen. I'll take care of your car from here." He opened the car door for her to get out.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the valet, Miss, and the entrance is on the side. Just follow the stone walkway."
Karen got out and followed the path as instructed. She couldn't help but notice the landscaped garden and what looked to be an old carriage house in the rear of the property. A home with a carriage house meant it had to be at least one hundred years old.
She made her way to the door and gave a light knock when she realized there was no doorbell to ring. It took less than a second for the door to open and there was a perky young lady in a very skimpy maid's outfit greeting her with a smile.
"Welcome, Karen. I'm Sasha. If you will follow me, your dress for the evening has been laid out in the old servants' quarters just off the kitchen."
Sasha opened the door to reveal a quaint little area. It had a bed, a bath, and a sitting area. It reminded Karen of something from those old black and white classics she used to watch with her father. It wasn't
The Philadelphia
, no was it
My Man Godfrey
with William Powell, the vivid memories amusing her.
Sasha spoke again, bringing Karen back from her thoughts of the past. "Your dress for the evening is hanging in the closet, Miss. Do you need any assistance putting it on or with your makeup?"
"No, thank you, Sasha," she said.
"Sir will be here shortly to take you to meet the guests. There is a glass of champagne and some snacks on the table. If you need anything else, just press this button by the door and I will be right back to help."
"Thank you, Sasha," Karen said, smiling. She was taken aback by the other woman's genuine kindness and open smile.
Karen quickly changed into the black low-cut dress, noting that it was exactly the same as the blue one she'd gotten earlier at Steve's office. Karen adjusted the zippers so that they showed off her shapely legs, but kept them low enough to remain "modest."
There was a knock on the door, but before she could respond, Steve walked in. He strode into the room full of confidence and dressed in a black tuxedo. Karen was struck by just how handsome he was and that he obviously took care of himself.
"You look stunning," he said. He moved closer to her, their bodies inches apart.
Karen was prepared to be kissed. But instead, he reached down and pulled the zippers as high as they could go and placed his hand between her legs. A shiver shot through her entire body.
"This will be a special night for you if you want it to be," he whispered.
