She arrives at the House by 3 pm. Grabbing her duffel bag, she locks her SUV before walking to the front door. It is a large, non descript building, in the older downtown area of the city. The large cut out sign on the outside is shaped like a Victorian house, bearing only the word "House" on it. She pushes through the front door, her eyes quickly trying to adjust to the darkness of the foyer. Standing at a podium is a large, muscular man who looks like a Bond villain in his black tuxedo. Behind him, a sleek glass door leads to a hip bar. He looks up from his book, smiling, "Good afternoon, Mistress Nightingale."
She flashes him a flirty smile, "Hello Rob." Instead of walking through the glass door, she makes a U turn and slides down a dark hallway that is entirely invisible in the low lighting. She follows the twists and turns, the path lit by tiny lights in the floor. Arriving at a door, she briefly knocks on it. A few seconds later, she is buzzed in.
The contrast is almost painful to her eyes. The entire foyer is white, with a clean white counter stretching the majority of the room. There is a long L shaped bench just beside the door, ending at the counter. The woman in a white polo, looks up at her and smiles, "Hello, Mistress Nightingale. You're early tonight."
Eve smiles, handing her bag over to the woman, "Yes. You'll have to bill me for Octavian for the afternoon."
She grins and digs through the bag, pulling out Eve's cell phone and wallet, checking for any other electronic devices before handing it back, "Room 3...enjoy yourself."
"Oh, I intend to," she winks before walking down the small hallway. Entering Room 3, she finds an attractive, young black man waiting for her.
He stands next to a small ottoman, entirely naked; glancing up to look at her, he immediately drops his gaze back down, but can't suppress the smile on his face, nor the growing length between his legs, "Hello Mistress Eve."
"Hello Tom," she says casually. After setting down the bag, she takes a seat on the ottoman. Tom immediately takes off her shoes, pushing her dress up to unclip her stockings before carefully rolling them down her legs. When she stands, he slides his hands under the hem and lifts it up over her head, exposing her bare nipples and corset. Tom folds the dress, placing it and the other items carefully into an empty slot in the bag. Then, standing behind her, he lets loose the strings of her corset before reaching around to unclasp the busk. He admires her bare backside for a moment, before pulling the band from her hair, letting it down her back. Once he is finished, he packs up the rest of the items and carries her bag, leading her out the door.
She follows him down the empty hallway to the large spa area; though the lights are a little low, it is more than enough to see by. A few other helpers stand on the other side of the room, eyes soaking in Eve's nakedness as she follows the man before her. He carefully sets her bag in a cubby, before leading her around the corner to a hall full of small alcoves. He enters the first one, gesturing with his hand to the oddly shaped zig zag seat, she climbs on. Resting her knees on the lower part, she sets her breasts on the back, resting her elbow there as well. Spreading her legs apart, she feels the warm lube drip onto her asshole. Tom takes a few seconds, attaching a sterilized nozzle to the shower hose before turning. He swirls the tip around her anus before carefully sliding it inside. Once there, he turns the water on. When her bowels are full, he shuts the water off, removes the nozzle and drops it into a bucket of sanitizer. Rounding to the front of her, he lingers by the doorway, "Will you be needing a wax as well?"
Releasing her anus while taking a deep breath, she feels the warm water rush out, cleaning her insides. She looks at the man before stepping down, "You can tell me what you think after I shower."
He nods briefly, leading her back to the open area, to the large gang shower on the left. She waits patiently while he turns on the water and checks the temperature; when it is adequate, he motions her over. Tom soaps up a wash cloth, lathering it all over her body, starting from her neck. He carefully washes her back, his hands circling her breasts before moving all the way down to her waist. When his hand slides between her thighs, she opens them, allowing him access to wash her cunt off. His fingers try not to take any liberties, but she can feel them trembling as he slides the cloth between her pussy lips and up her ass crack. His hand feels the front of her pussy, checking for any stubble, though it seems to be more tenderly caressing her than working. He continues his way down to her feet, before he tosses the wash cloth into a waiting hamper.
Letting the water run over her, his hands stroke her skin to get the soap off. The attention causes her nipples to get so hard, they almost ache.
"I think, Mistress, that you are as smooth as ever," he says softly, trying his best to not let his dick touch her. He stands behind her, squeezing shampoo into her hair.
Teasingly, she tips her head backwards, resting it against his chest as he massages her scalp. She hears his breathing become labored while he tries to regain control of his body. From the corner of her eye, she can see the other two helpers gawking.
Once he has thoroughly cleaned her, he takes a soft towel and gently pats her down, before wrapping it around her wet hair. He slides a white silk robe over her shoulders, grabbing her bag and leading her forward. Eve purposefully leaves the front open; it covers each of her breasts but leaves a perfect view of her baldy pussy. Tom takes her to a small dressing room, adorned with a vanity and a cushy bench for her to sit on. She takes a seat, leaving her hair up, and faces away from the mirror. Tom, knowing how she prefers to be treated, finds the lotion in her bag and starts at her feet, rubbing and massaging the thick buttery cream into her soft skin. He doesn't hesitate to massage it into her pussy and breasts. By the time he has finished the front, his eyes seem glazed over, his desire wanton. He moves behind her, tenderly rubbing it into her neck, shoulders, and back. Then, she rises and intentionally bends at the waist, resting her hands on the bench, causing her thigh to brush the tip of his dick. He lets out a small, strangled moan when she does, his shaking hands rubbing the cream into the skin of her ass and backs of her thighs.
Finally, having tormented him almost enough, she takes a seat on the bench and begins to set the hot rollers in her hair. She keeps her makeup light, putting on a soft pink lipstick instead of her cherry red, and soft pink eyeshadow without eyeliner. After caking on mascara, she rises and pulls new clothes from her bag. A bright red pair of satin panties, a matching lace bra, a short navy pencil skirt, a white silk camisole and a tight navy suit jacket. Tom dresses her, making sure to reach in and position her breasts perfectly in the bra, before tucking the panties into her ass. After she is dressed, she slips on red high heels before taking the rollers out of her hair. She leaves it down, pouring over her shoulders.
Tom looks at her curiously; she seems to be an entirely different person, very professional looking, completely opposite of her usual self.
"Shall I take your bag to the post-spa room?" he asks softly.
"If you could actually keep it back here," she says, following him out the door, "I have a meeting with Octavian first, then I will change for later."
He nods, a smile crossing his face as he finally understands why she looks different, "Of course. Have a good time, Mistress Eve."
Eve's heels click quietly as she walks into the large lounge area. There are only one or two early arrivals, wishing to get a good seat for the night. Their wrist bands mark them as voyeurs; Eve doesn't recognize them, so she assumes they are new or very infrequent visitors. The stage at the far end of the room is empty, however the large wooden X on the wall next to it has a gagged, naked woman attached to it. She appears to already be sweating, several red marks on her front, clamps over her nipples. Eve instantly recognizes her as Julie, a former client of hers. Things were going along well, until Julie started wanting more of a personal relationship than a business one. When she started calling Eve in the middle of the night, Eve instantly cancelled the contract. Julie didn't take it too well and only ceased harassing Eve when she was threatened to be banned from the House. Julie's eyes look up eagerly at her as she walks by, but her hopes get ignored.
Clicking to a booth towards the back, she sees the beautiful heartthrob face of Octavian, watching her. His perfect blonde hair is swept back, deep blue eyes sparkling above his high cheek bones and wide smile. He sits in a white shirt with a black tie, his pinstriped suit jacket unbuttoned. With his right ankle resting casually on his left knee, his matching pants reveal black socks above Italian leather loafers. Eve can't suppress the smile on her face—he knows exactly how to dress to turn her on. A perfect, GQ quality image, she soaks him in.
"Hello, Master Octavian," she says playfully.
"Have a seat, won't you?"
