Dana rang the bell of the row house in the quiet LA town of Culver City. The building was elegant and well maintained, on a quiet tree-lined side street. The door opened a few inches and a face appeared, veiled in shadow. He asked dubiously "I'm sorry; I was looking for Travis McNamara?"
"No, you're in the right place. You must be Dana. Come on in."
The door opened wide and a small figure beckoned him in. He stepped into a high ceilinged room with soft grey furniture and wooden trim, painted a light tone of beige, the floor highly polished natural wood. His greeter was a short, shapely young woman his age or slightly older. Her straight, fringed hair was a deep shade of red; she had a pretty, unusual face with large green eyes, pouty lips and pale skin and wore a close fitting sleeveless emerald colored long dress that displayed her appealing shoulders and arms and emphasized her full bosom and small waist. "I'm Adrianna. Travis won't be home till early evening, he was delayed at work. He says he's very sorry, but he can't wait to see you. In the meantime he told me to entertain you. He left you a note."
She looked at him expectantly and handed him a sealed envelope. Tearing it open, Dana read: 'Sweet one, forgive me being late. I'll be all the more eager to see you again. Make yourself comfortable in the house and Adrianna and you can get to know each other. Allow her to entertain you; she's special!" The last sentence was underlined.
Adrianna beckoned him to sit on one of the gray sofas. She took his case and left the room with it briefly. "You're in the room on the left. The afternoon is getting on; how about a cocktail?" A little nervous, Dana assented. She brought a tray with two clinking glasses of pale liquid."
"You must be a friend of Travis'. Have you known him long?"
"I've known Travis a year or so; he's a sweet guy. I met him through his best friend, Richard. That's who I belong to. Richard is really nice too. He's British, and quite rich, but very warm and generous. Have you been seeing Travis long? You look too young to have been with him for much time; he's not a cradle robber."
Dana was slightly taken aback by the frankness of his hostess' conversation, but took a sip of his drink and tried to relax. He acknowledged that he had only known Travis for a week, though they had corresponded for longer.
"He's been talking about you a lot. He really likes you. Looking at you, I can see why. You look like a sweet, smart, sensitive person. That's the only type we have in our little group; all close friends. Do you only like men, or do you like girls too? Has he whipped you yet? Did that get you off? It stings like fury when Richard canes me, but I also come all over the place. I don't know why it's so exciting; I guess it makes me feel that I just want to submit to him, be his devoted slave. I let him do anything he likes to me; whip me, fuck my ass, come on my face...but he's very good to me. Does Travis like to give golden showers? Richard loves that, except he goes so much, I'm practically drowning."