Threshold of Initiation
A certain Ms. E. G. and Mr. P. have made assumptions and taken for granted that I am prepared to be their Mentor. They need to convince me of their worthiness.
A task to be completed.
Erica Grover precisely walked her four inch heeled shoes at a slow pace. Feeling very conspicuous, she had no intention of becoming the fool who toppled to twist an ankle. The black patent leather flashed sneering reflections up her stockinged legs goading her to stumble and rent her through buttoned skirt. Summer sun had risen early, already warming tarmac and awnings of the open marketplace. Stomach churned and mind fought to calm inner qualms as she wrestled with purpose of the day. Twisting strap of black leather shoulder bag with both hands, she mused the inner dual as errant euphoria jousted illicit guilt.
The e-mailed instruction had been to travel by train to the chosen town and undertake a series of challenges that would be disclosed throughout the morning.
Of good deportment, Erica's five feet seven upright posture emphasised her 36G breasts but drew only minimal inspection as she strolled amongst the open-market stalls. Owl-like stare, emphasised by round-framed Gucci sunglasses, framed with Chestnut dyed blonde hair, suggested prim governess. Her lace decorated white silk blouse, tucked into broad belted denim skirt, contradicted such assumption as the clothes caressed her undulating body.
Stallholders gave scant attention to the few pedestrians, meandering amongst variously displayed wares. They supped refreshment, in anticipation of forthcoming business from buyers, imbibed with heat penetrating rays of sunshine.
Weeks of planning had achieved today's rendezvous. From booking holiday entitlement to making this early morning train journey, all arrangements had been surreptitiously organised. Deceptions had been orchestrated for work colleagues, friends, especially Pearce her partner. All lies that, hopefully, could not be traced and exposed. She mulled justification for her behaviour whilst continuing the circuit of stalls. Thus distracted, Erica was hardly aware of having stopped at the book stand.
Her eyes suddenly focused on the C5 white envelope, face up across antiquarian book spines. Her name, in bold print, stared up at her. The envelope trembled in her trembling fingers. The stall vendor was huddled in conversation with others. There were no other people in close proximity. Message courier could not be identified.
Turning from the books and tearing open the envelope, "So the journey begins." Erica blurted aloud before realising. Embarrassment hastily clicked her heals away.
Sanctuary of the public toilets calmed her to study the card from inside its envelope:
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YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES IN WHICH TO REMOVE YOUR KNICKERS AND ALL UNDERGARMENTS FROM BELOW YOUR WAISTLINE.
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WALK DIRECTLY TO THE TOWN GARDENS
ACT UPON INSTRUCTION AT TOP RIGHT CORNER OF INFORMATION BOARD AT ENTRANCE
PENALTY FOR INCORRECT INTERPRETATION. DELAY WILL INCUR PENALTY.
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The message was disconcerting. Surely her fastidious sanitary hygiene was known? Embarrassment of bodily odours being detected by others and fear of involvement in an accident. Now forty three years old, yet her mother's words, "Always be sure to wear clean knickers, in case you are rushed to hospital." still echoed in her mind. Erica recognised the test of her commitment but minutes passed before she drew fully upright with a deep breath and entered a vacant cubicle.
Aware that hesitancy had delayed the schedule, she hastened her gait toward the next instruction. The pace wafted cool air, her knickers now in her shoulder bag, emphasising naked sensation around her crotch. Office workers and mothers escorting children bustled past, intent on their own timetables with no glances to spare for blushing cheeks that signalled her discomfort. A large map of park landmarks confronted her entrance into the gardens but no clue was attached to any part of the board. Peering about in consternation, she spotted a white card trying to flutter free of its taped capture to a glass fronted notice board on the actual entrance gate. It had to be for her. Who else would understand?
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UNDO AT LEAST HALF THE BUTTONS FROM HEM TO WAIST OF SKIRT
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PROCEED TO BANDSTAND AND SIT IN MIDDLE OF FRONT ROW
PENALTY FOR INCORRECT INTERPRETATION. DELAY WILL INCUR PENALTY.
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Leaving the entrance in the signed direction Erica tried to nonchalantly release lowest three of the seven skirt buttons. Her stomach was now cramping as her body became more vulnerable. Sidling down the sloped path to reach the bandstand she approached the front row of seats. Deckchairs! Counting twelve in the row she selected sixth from her left knowing that perching buttocks into hammock cloth would tilt her into even more vulnerable exposure.
No other person came near the bandstand but Erica clenched her knees as tight as muscles could achieve. She forced thighs against the seat, ensuring the slightest peak under her skirt was impossible. Heat was generating in her area of modesty. Fact that she wore hold-up stockings gave little sanctuary because without grasping the unbuttoned skirt closed, bare fleshed thigh would be exposed to view. Minutes ticked past like hours before a sweet infant toddled up, almost tripping another C5 white envelope into her lap before tottering over to a woman who was unknown to Erica.
This envelope contained nothing to ease growing trepidation:
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STAND UPRIGHT WITH FEET SHOULDER WIDTH APART
UNTUCK BLOUSE AND RELEASE ALL BUTTONS BELOW CLEAVAGE
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CONTINUE THROUGH PARK AND EXIT BY NORTH GATE
USE ZEBRA CROSSINGS AT ROUNDABOUT TO REACH TOP-O-TOWN CAR PARK
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COLLECT ENVELOPE FROM CAFE TELLER
PENALTY FOR INCORRECT INTERPRETATION. DELAY WILL INCUR PENALTY.
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Rising from the deckchair was not achieved elegantly. Legs had to be spread but unbuttoned skirt did enable Erica to maintain balance and stand upright at her third attempt. Hastily setting off around the bandstand, she cursed foolhardiness for exposing herself to unknown trials whilst heated abdomen greeted cooling breeze with avid anticipation. Her mind played coward whilst bodily reactions begged erotica. Traipsing up through the rose twined arbour she teased blouse from skirt to straighten the creased length down over hips. Handbag buffeted freedom with blouse buttons but eventually all was back under her control. Only one button truly remained above bra cleavage but she chose to leave two closed, avoiding exposure of half-cup brassiere to voyeurs.
People were now awake to enjoy their leisure, which ensured attention being given to Erica's progress, along her quarter mile route out of the gardens. Focusing on the gate of destination, trying to ignore sidelong glances and blatant stares, she concentrated on striking a gait that caused least sway or bounce of her body. Of course the more she tried, the less successful any result. Bouncing thirty six 'G' breasts soon had her forcing shoulders back to strain material straps tight enough for cups to prevent flesh escaping. Reaching her goal Erica rested against a gate post, attempting composure into unity. Her mind screamed flee and hide whilst her body oozed arousal. Breathlessness was only in part due to physical exertion of her quickened pace.
Settling into a calmer gait she walked the remainder of her instructions. Choosing the town location had been because she was both familiar with its geography yet confident of its distance being far enough from home to elude accidental confrontation with familiar faces. Nonetheless, risk heightened awareness to an already aroused body. Face alive, heart thumping, blood flushed skin down neck. Nipples puncturing bra to grasp blouse. Stomach contorted concave providing less resistance against gravity for waistband and belt. Commonsense told her public interest had no inkling of heightened awareness but the inner woman could not ignore reactions of naked crotch.
Despite combat between sensuous bodily need and sober mental reasoning, the cafe steps were soon climbed. Slippery inner thighs confirmed aroma of arousal that nostrils scented. Messages of longing provoked grumbling stomach contractions. Fear bloated the contrived exhibitionism, making her almost swoon for reviving air. Physical sickness threatened to overpower desperate resolve as she pushed through the cafe door. Erica made an unsteady approach to the counter, convinced her sexual juices could not be ignored by every patron she wafted past. The aproned man of indeterminate age stared (she imagined a smirk behind his beard) at her unbuttoned front.
"Please," she began embarrassedly, "please do you have an envelope for me?"
"You would be?" his focus did not alter.
"Er.." She stopped. "Erica Grover."
"Oh!" He sounded disappointed. Dragging his eyes to beside the till he proffered another of the, now familiar, C5 white envelopes.
"Thank you," she gushed, hastily turning to escape encroaching oppression.
Eyes followed her out and across the car park. Not just the "smirking man" she felt the whole building had ogled her parted blouse and gaping skirt. Everyone seemed to sniff at her escaping body. Once again Erica sought refuge in public toilets. These conveniences held sour air of overuse but she had to use a cubicle, had to squat and freely explode over the stainless steel bowl. Completing ablutions did not relieve the knots and aches within. Solar plexus felt like an injured punch bag, swollen labia mimicked an overripe peach, breasts pulsed as nipples almost vibrated aloud with the energy they exerted against the restraining brassiere. She found deep breathing difficult. This was awful. Never had she; been anything other than respectably dressed, behaved in such lewd manner, experienced gut wrenching fear, known such base sexual awareness. Finally she opened the envelope to reveal its instructions.
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IN NORTH-WEST CORNER IS A SILVER M.P.V. WITH OBSCURED REAR WINDOWS
W364 JFX
OPEN THE NEARSIDE REAR DOOR
SIT UPON THE DESIGNATED SEAT
SLAM THE DOOR SHUT
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WAIT
DO NOT SPEAK
OBEY INSTRUCTIONS INSTANTLY
PENALTY FOR INCORRECT INTERPRETATION. DELAY WILL INCUR PENALTY.
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It was a hesitant woman who reappeared into the brilliant glare of sunshine. The foreboding vehicle crouched ready to pounce on unsuspecting innocence. She knew retreat was close to being unavailable. Stealing her mind with resolve Erica acquiesced to her bodies clamour. She was alongside the van, hand upon door handle before she became fully conscious of her determination. It was she who had asked for this. Plotted and connived to position herself for such manipulation. Willingly agreed date, time and rendezvous. Goodness, she was scared.
Tugging the handle, it took time to realise she had to slide the door rearwards for it to open. One seat patiently awaited, surrounded on three sides by cardboard from floor to roof. A moment paused before she stepped up, in, sat down, slammed the door shut. Then panic. Not checking registration plate could mean this was the wrong vehicle. Nothing showed her any clue that she was in the right place. Wouldn't another of those envelopes have been left, with more instructions for her?
