The Enabler

Chapter 1

With the elegant foyer of the Angel Hotel sweeping before me, the revolving door ushered out all the hassle of home and family life and swept in another day of opulence and luxury. When I walk through this door and the many like them across the city, I become a different person, a new me.

"Morning Dave!" I said through a smile to the head concierge who was handing over a foot pump to a bell boy.

"Morning Chloe, busy one for you today. Room 137 might be a bit..." leaning forwards with a grin,... "a bit of challenge for you." He gave me a wink as I smiled and headed towards the bank of elevators.

It was to be a busy day indeed, I had 5 clients to look after today, and yes, the regular staying in 137 is never the easiest to please, I had her booked in for the first slot which tends to be the longest of the morning. She always forgets that British sizes are not quite comparable to those In America, where everything is bigger.

Most of my clients were wives of businessmen travelling through the city for trade and meetings. An abundance of free cash or free time, or both meant that shopping was always a key activity, however, the slog of traipsing through a strange city on the hunt for the best boutiques meant that they would have to prise themselves away from the champagne flute and their whimsical room service desires. That's where I stepped in, I could cater for their fashion acquisitions from the comfort of their own rooms.

Some clients were solo travellers passing through the city for either pleasure or for work. Their limited time and lack of local knowledge led them to my services to pick up the hottest deals in town. For some, my services offered a luxurious and needless experience and for some, an essential service.

Room 137 was the temporary abode of one of my regular clients, the wife of an American mortician who was over on one of their many trips to the UK visiting trade fairs and conferences. She had consumed a large amount of her husband's wealth in calories, fat and sugar, so finding flattering styles to accommodate her ample frame was always time-consuming.

We had a frank discussion about her desired look for the business function she was to attend in the evening, her preferences and her emotional state. Emotions play a large part in looking and feeling good in what you wear, and you need an outfit to portray how you feel to really pull it off. Fortunately, her requests were doable with minimal of polava, so I pencilled her in for a 3pm slot to show off her glad rags to her.

Client's 2,3 and 4 were all equally simple to cater for, my shopping session would only entail a visit to a few boutiques within the silk district of the city.

Heading up to the top floor penthouse, the Angel suite, I was to meet a new client. I always liked the penthouse suites as the guests had a wealth of unlimited cash to flutter upon the most luxurious of items, and they were always good tippers.

"It's Chloe, your personal shopper.." I called out as I chapped upon the door and awaited a response.

A brunette bob sat atop a dainty, rounded face with raised cheekbones peered around the door as it opened. It opened wider to display the head sat aloft a narrow and overly elongated torso.

As soon as the door opened, I began evaluating my emptor. To find the perfect outfit, one needs to know the frame and the shell as well as the personality traits and styles of the wearer. Wealth factors also come into play, automatically judging the client on their price ranges, social circles and tipping ability.

"Come on in, I'm Naomi." She beckoned me into her suite. I couldn't get a proper read on her clothing styles or preference as she was still dressed in her thigh-length, pink satin négligée with delicate lace trim and layered corselet. It was a pricey little number that hugged her long outline with elegance. Most of the fabric was transparent, apart from a fitted underlying bodice that warped around her breasts as it peaked in a low cut slender frill.

"Sorry I'm not dressed yet," she said as she returned a china side plate back to the room service trolley, " there's no point being on holiday if you can't loaf around. Espresso?"

"Please." I nodded as she sauntered over to the Krups espresso machine in the suite's kitchenette. I eyed her up, gathering more intelligence about her nature and temperament. Her legs were bronzed from a sun-kissed tan, obviously having enjoyed several overseas holidays recently to maintain her buff suntan upon her body. There is a subtle difference between a tan from a bottle, a sunbed and a layered tan gained from the natural elements, and our British summer could not sustain that vibrancy of colour. I caught myself following her tanned legs up to her thighs where my gaze halted, admiring her lean, slender body before the hem of her négligée diffused my view.

I took a seat at a coffee table in front of the full-length window which framed the Arms Park stadium, offering a modern contrast against the Norman castle which sat beside it. I reached into my soft leather satchel which mirrored the legs of Naomi and set my folio upon the table ready to scribe the details of her instructions.

Naomi placed two bantam cups of espresso before us as she joined me in front of the battlegrounds of the castle and rugby stadium and sat herself down opposite me. She looked nervous, however, I was sure that such a lady of grace and wealth would have previously used the services of a personal shopper.

"Thank you, Naomi. I'm ready to run through a few questions with you, and I'm sure that you will be most impressed. Can you tell me a little about what you would like?" I always find it easier if a client talks freely, to begin with about their fancies, I can then prompt for the details once I know the scope of my duties.

"Well, it's a little bit, how do I put this, a little bit embarrassing. I'm looking for something sexy for tonight..." Naomi stalled with her words as she started her briefing.

"No need to be shy, Naomi, underwear is certainly part of my remit. Whether you're looking to rekindle a bit of passion with your husband, or wanting to impress a one night stand, I'll have you looking the part." Judging by the slightly see-through négligée that she was wearing, all styles of bra and panties would compliment her fine toned figure. "I take it you weren't planning on a rendezvous tonight, or you would have packed accordingly?"

Naomi was blushing slightly as I probed into her forthcoming bedroom encounter. "No, no, not quite, I'm not seeing anyone like that tonight." She nervously bit her bottom lip and shuffled upon her chair.

"I'm wanting a bit of fun tonight yes, but by myself. Alone. I've recently separated from my husband, and I'm looking to have a night of... self-exploration. My relationship hadn't been the most satisfying..." She trailed off with her thoughts, not wanting to divulge the details of her failed relationship.

The force of looking and feeling good, even if no one is there to observe is a power that can boost one's confidence and self-esteem no end. If Naomi wants to feel good in sexy underwear, just for herself, then I will make that happen. A pang of pity and empathy sliced through me, bad sex, or a lack of physical gratification can be soul-destroying, it drags you into a downward spiral, I've been there.

"It's Ok Naomi, you don't need to explain, you'll be dressed in the very finest of lingerie and hosiery, just for you to enjoy. We will discuss styles in a moment, but first, if you could just jot down your measurements, that would be great."

I slid a form across the coffee table with questions about sizes and measurements for her to complete. I always found that people are more truthful with themselves and to me if they don't have to openly declare their proportions. They are not speaking the truth and I don't hear the truth - it stays upon a bit of paper and somehow influences the sizes I buy. Perceived discretion.

Naomi scribbled upon my measurement guide before looking up at me. "I'm not after underwear for tonight, I'm looking for things to make me feel good, I want things to satisfy my needs." Her blushing was contagious as I cottoned onto the true nature of her request. "I need an unashamed night where I can discover new things and new sensations."

She slid the measurement form back across the table, upon it were the words 'Variety... Lots... Exciting... Naughty... Big'.

"Can you help, Chloe? I thought initially that I should ask the concierge, but, I didn't fancy having this conversation with a bloke."

Still blushing from mostly misinterpreting the request, and because of the nature of the request, I nodded and smiled."Dave, the concierge is very good at getting his hands on most things, with discretion too, but I do understand why you might not want to task him with this."

Still, a little thrown aback by the conversation I was having, I cleared my espresso cup in one swoop. "This shouldn't be a problem, Naomi, it's the first time I have had this request, but, I will endeavour to make sure you are satisfied. Is there anything you particularly would like or wouldn't find enjoyable?" I didn't want to probe too deeply as I was sure that Naomi had a detailed concept in mind, only a board fantasy.

"I'll leave the little details to you, Chloe, lets just say that I'm very open to new ideas, my fantasies have always been wider than what my husband could physically deliver. Don't hold back on the price either, he hasn't yet blocked the joint account and he owes me a good time."

I caught her piercing blue eyes as she was talked about her fantasies not being fulfilled, they had a desperate, sorrowful complexity behind them.

"I will do my absolute best Naomi, to make sure you are well-catered for tonight, I'll be back at 4 this afternoon to drop off your items." We both stood, aware that this had been a rather intimate of conversations between two strangers.

"Chloe, if anything catches your eye whilst choosing, feel free to get it on me." Offered Naomi. Tips by way of gifts were quite common, but this had to be the most interesting present.

I smiled an uneasy smirk, "Thank you, but I'm quite well stocked in that department, Amy has quite a range." I bit my tongue as soon as I mentioned Amy, I don't like to talk about my home life with clients, it's unprofessional, especially when the conversation develops into a more personal nature. I always try to leave my home life on the other side of the revolving doors.

"Thank you, Chloe," Naomi said as we reached the door of the suite, taking my hand and holding it for a moment. "I would appreciate it if we can keep this between ourselves, It's taken me a fair while to become brave enough to book this holiday of self discovery.."

"Don't you worry, everything we discuss is confidential. You make the most of your day, and have fun." I slipped her a business card from my jacket pocket, "Here is my personal number if you think of anything else you need, please let me know."

After she had fully shut her suite door, I leaned against the corridor wall, smiling to myself about this request. Sure to be one that I wouldn't forget in a long time.

Chaprer 2

I felt a weird buzz as I stood in the elevator down to the hotel foyer, a humourous and playful twinge flooded through me as I knew that my actions this afternoon will offer Naomi so much pleasure tonight. That's true job satisfaction.

I slipped Dave two crisp £20 notes, it was a sweetener for him turning a blind eye to me operating my business within the hotel. "Dave, you know your way around some of the more... seedy areas of town, don't you?"

He looked at me over the top of his round-rimmed glasses, "Seedy areas? Me? I don't know what sort of man you think I am. What is it you need?" He asked with interest as he leaned over his cluttered workspace.

I matched his forward bow until we were head to head, some things are better whispered when in public. "Where can I find an adult shop, one with a big range of... items to please a lady?"

The gears of his dirty mind hosted up a perverse smirk upon his lips "Don't tell me that 137 is going 50 shades, I know she's into XXX clothing, but not from the type of place you're enquiring about."

Another £10 was subtly passed from me to Dave. Like myself, most of his income came from cash incentives that weren't declared to the taxman or his wife. "No questions Dave, just answers please before you take all of my profit before I've earned it today."

He slipped the crisp note into his waistcoat pocket, grinning at the nature of my questioning. "You could do far worse than venturing down to Dorothy's or Tony's on Caroline Street, if you speak to Dirty Dot, let her know I sent you, she will see you right for whatever you needs."

As I headed through the pedestrian-filled city streets, I planned my itinerary. Most of my requests could be fulfilled within a few boutiques and jewellers within the tight-knit streets of the silk district, which would be first on my plan of action. I could choose, order, pay and later collect the finer items on my list before venturing over to Caroline Street in the Brewery Quarter.

I only charge 10℅ of the overall ticket price as my fee. For a Primark shop, it will cover the cost of a cuppa, however, when some boutique dresses retail at over £500 and then accessories come to double that, it's a tasty little earner, especially when I have 4 or 5 orders of that value in one day. Naturally, the value of the price tag to my clients isn't always what I pay the retailer, the prices are often inflated so that I can have a kickback for my continued custom.

The options for 137 were limited, but those available did carry a suitably sized price tag, and I knew that the chosen outfit would help her blend in well with the fellows at the National Association of Funeral Directors and the British Institute of Embalmers awards ceremony with her husband tonight. I wondered if Naomi was making the most of her time alone in the hotel.

Onwards to the Brewery Quarter, home of Caroline Street, a honey pot for anti-social behaviour and late-night eateries, hence the local name of Chippy Lane. I had frequented the Taurus steak bar on a few occasions, and a few more occasions on top of that which I have no recollection of. Even after the 2013 rejuvenation of the area, it still remained a dive.

Dorothy's and Tony's seemed to be in direct competition as they sat next to each other under the shadow of the Arms Park. Big signage of their respective names topped their blacked-out windows, yet, no indication of the nature of the business were displayed.

I slipped in through the concealed double entrance of Dirty Dot's to be confronted by a myriad of exhibits hosting a vast array of leather, rubber and PVC clothing, masks, whips and suits. The dimmed lighting hid the openings to several annexes that led off of the main display area and into a warren of cross-crossing chambers creating a confusing labyrinth of sordid displays. I wandered down a narrow corridor trying to find Dot, only to enter a small cubicle containing a middle-aged man with his hips glued against the bulkhead.

A short slightly older than middle-aged, yet younger than old woman approached me as I looked onwards at the man with his trousers around his ankles and groin stuck against the wall. She looked like a retired Madam from a far-flung island with a sparse population of unfussy sheep farmers. Her eyebrows were adorned across her forehead with what appeared to be a marker pen and bright red lipstick applied during a cyclone which stuck a fag to her bottom lip like super glue.

"Whatcha after Darlin'? If we don't have it, your tastes are either too dull or too far across the shady line of legal." Her cigarette bounced as she spoke, sprinkling a thick layer of ash over a black latex tank top.

"Dave from the Angel recommend you, recommended your services, I mean he suggested that you could provide a good price on some toys." I said in a flustered squeak.

"I hear you. Come." She nodded towards a dimly lit doorway athwart the main vicinity of the shop, I followed. Within the next crevice of a room, I was greeted with shelf upon shelf of boxed up toys, stacked by variety and size.

"I'm looking for a decent selection, call it a beginners bumper package." I put my needs into the hands of Dirty Dot, she knew the industry and beat sellers, this was her domain. "I have a blank cheque and the range needs to be exciting and naughty."

"Darlin', I can help you, but you need to level with me, what is it you're into? Solo? Straight couple? Female couple? Anal play? BDSM? CBT? Impact? Any other kinks? I can put together a suitable bundle, but I need to know what your tastes are Darlin'?" Her interrogation continued as she started loading a few bottles of lube into a basket. "Whatever you're into Darlin' these will make things easier for you."

"Solo, just solo." Lost amongst the breadth of the new terminology I stuck to the basics, "Maybe a little something for the bottom too." I thought back to my pleasure when Tom and Amy have ventured into my bum.

"You'll soon be having fun Darlin' with what I have in mind for you." She continued to place a variety of boxes into her basket, "These will see you right Darlin'." I settled up with her, nervously taking the receipt and loaded carrier bags and hoped that no one I was acquainted with would see me as I exited the shop.

My other clients all had had their garments and accessories delivered, fitted and we're looking excellent, ready for their evening plans. Even 137 looked fitting for an undertakers ball. A few very handsome tips came my way too, boosting my satisfaction that my shopping had matched, and gone beyond their requirements.

I felt slightly uneasy as I rose in the lift to the Angel suite to deliver my final few shopping bags to Naomi. Her items did not fall under my usual terms of purchase, largely due to my lack of knowledge and testing of the vast range on offer. With clothing and jewellery, if the client is not happy with the items I have a set returns policy with the boutique owners, I wouldn't get paid, but at least I wouldn't be out of pocket and lumbered with items I don't need. These final items, on the other hand, carried a no returns policy, but, that aside, I'm sure that Amy would make the most of them.

I nervously tapped upon the door to her suite, "It's Chloe, I have your shopping!" I called out, awaiting her reply. Naomi opened the door, dressed in an olive green camisole that stopped short her midriff exposing her soft belly, and a pair of heavy pyjama slacks.

"Come, come in Chloe, I've been looking forward to your visit. I can't wait to see the spoils of your shopping trip!" Naomi beckoned me into the suite and gestured to the bed. She donned a radiant smile, reminding me of a little girl Christmas.

"Hope you don't mind me asking, but earlier you mentioned someone called Amy. Is she your other half?" Naomi enquired with a curious glint in her eyes.

That dreaded question rose its head. I knew that I had given away too much information earlier in the day, alas, honesty is usually the best way with clients. "It's a little bit complicated, but, yes, Amy is my other third. I'm in a polyamorous relationship with her, and Tom makes up the other third."

"Interesting, I wasn't expecting that response... Aren't you full of surprises?" She replied with raised soft and pink lips.

She was dressed in a cream camisole and matching pyjama slacks, suitable for a day of room service and self-gratification. "I think you'll like the range, I did my best." I said as I placed her three bags upon her unmade bed. Normally, with clothing, the client would try on the items to check the size and fit at this point.