It had been a week since Charlie and Erin's "orientation" session with Yvette. The days in between had passed in a bit of a haze, as Charlie and Erin found themselves constantly replaying the scene that Yvette had taken them through. A day had not gone by that Charlie had arrived home from work and, before he'd even loosened his tie, his pretty wife was practically begging him to bend her over and spank her while he fucked her from behind. Charlie was only too happy to oblige.
Wednesday, a discretely-labeled box had arrived in the mail from a reputable online sex store containing handcuffs and a leather-tipped riding crop, both of which were put to immediate good use.
More than once in the afterglow the two had speculated about what Yvette might have in store for them for session two, prompting a second round of wet, sweaty sex.
It had been wonderful. And Charlie could hardly keep his imagination in check in the days leading up to the session.
However, he wasn't sure what to make of the set of instructions now sitting on the table in front of him.
He was in the changeroom at Yvette's studio. She had not been there to meet them, but a smiling receptionist had ushered them into the hall toward the changerooms. Inside, Charlie had found a pile of clothing and a note written in Yvette's now-familiar script:
Charlie,
Welcome to session two. We are going to take a little field trip today. Please follow the instructions below to the letter. I will see you soon. -Y
Instructions:
-Change into the clothes provided and only the clothes provided. Leave everything you came with behind, including socks, shoes, and underwear.
-When you are dressed, go outside and find the car and driver that will be waiting for you in front of the building. If you have any trouble finding it, Leticia at reception will be happy to help.
-Keep your phone with you -- and visible -- at all times. Review all text messages from me as soon as you get them. Follow all instructions received via text message without hesitation. No exceptions.
Charlie was puzzled. But he saw no reason to hesitate now, after what he had experienced last time. He put the note down and started to pull his polo over his head.
A few minutes later, Charlie stood examining himself in front of the floor-length mirror. The outfit Yvette had left for him included a white, crew-neck t-shirt and a dark blue button-up shirt, which Charlie had left open (which seemed to be the style, if and when he happened to look through the websites where Erin sometimes bought clothes for him). His pants were a nicely complementary brown color and made of loose, thin material that was extremely comfortable and rather flattering on him. He felt strange not wearing his usual boxer-briefs underneath them, but those had been the instructions. He wore no socks, but had on a pair of similarly comfortable black loafers that he had found under the pile of clothing. All in all, he thought he looked fairly stylish. He looked forward to showing Erin.
Charlie tucked his own clothes into a locker, made sure he had his phone, and headed out to find the car.
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It had been easy to find the car. For one, it was the only black town car in front of the studio. For another, there was a tall, smiling man wearing a black shirt and black tie holding the door open for him when he walked out the door.
"Hello, Charlie," the driver said. "I'm Bryan. Hop on in and we'll be on our way."
"Uh ..." Charlie stammered. "Thanks. Bryan."
Erin was already in the car and as he climbed in beside her, Charlie was stopped mid-motion by the sight of her. Yvette had apparently provided an outfit for her too. It included a tiny sundress in a blue floral pattern that complemented Erin's golden blonde curls. It was cut very low, leaving much of her shoulders and chest exposed and her pale skin contrasted strikingly with the blue fabric. Its thin straps made it clear that Erin wasn't wearing a bra and as she moved, her perky breasts jiggled slightly but tantalizingly underneath. She was looking at Charlie while biting her lower lip and the slight flush in her cheeks made Charlie's cock stir.
"Well hi there," he said, as he sat down on the black leather seats and took her hand. "You look great."
"So do you," Erin replied. Her eyes flitted to Charlie's crotch and he looked down, realizing to his embarrassment that the loose-fitting pants he was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide his growing erection.
"Oh, um ... yeah, well ... you know," he mumbled and crossed his legs.
Erin just laughed and squeezed his hand. At that moment, Bryan climbed into the driver's seat and started the ignition.
"Make yourselves comfortable, folks," he said over his shoulder. "We'll only be a couple of minutes."
As the car pulled away, Charlie remembered his phone and pulled it out of his pocket.
"I'm supposed to keep this out, I guess," he said to Erin. "What were your instructions?"
Erin blushed a deep red.
"I'm not supposed to tell you," she said quietly.
"Really? They must be good!"
Erin smiled and glanced at Bryan, who didn't seem to be paying them any attention at all. "Can't tell you," she said and turned to look out the window. "I wonder where we're going?"
The rest of the short drive passed mostly quietly. After about 15 minutes, they arrived at a tiny restaurant on the corner of two small side streets about a hundred yards from the elevated train that looped around the downtown.
"Hey wait a minute," said Charlie, aren't we near... yeah, that's that place we used to go to right over there." He pointed to a stylish-looking sushi restaurant a few doors down. "I don't remember this place, though." Erin just shrugged, then smiled at Bryan as he opened her car door.
"This is the place," he said, gesturing toward the restaurant. "Enjoy yourselves, folks. I'll be here to take you back when you're done." He smiled at this last phrase and closed the door behind Erin as she stepped out. Charlie was right behind her.
The sign on the door said "The Cattail," but they couldn't see inside through the white curtains that hung inside the windows as they stepped up to the front door. He shot a questioning look at Erin, who shrugged again. "I don't know," she said. "But if this is where we're supposed to be, I guess we should go in?"
Charlie raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sign, which was a stylized image of nine cattails painted in black on a white background.
Erin didn't wait for his reply before pulling open the door and going inside.
They found themselves in front of a vacant host stand. Just beyond was an adorable bistro with a distinctly new-american feel to it. It was a single room, narrow, with high ceilings that gave it an airy, open feel despite its small size. Along one side of the room were no more than half-a-dozen high-top tables with a smattering of diners sitting around them in twos and threes. Along the length of the other wall was a marble bar with an impressive array of spirits neatly arranged on wooden shelves and wine racks stretching all the way to the ceiling. A few patrons sat at the bar, chatting and sipping from highballs and glasses of wine. Right in the middle -- sitting alone, reading a book -- was a tall woman with a black turtleneck, long black hair, and knee-length black boots.
