Chapter 14
2's Company, 8's An Orgy
I got home a bit before seven and was pleased to find Savannah ready. She looked absolutely perfect dressed in the same elegant yet simple black dress with the same classic string of pearls resting at the base of her neck. Her hair was loose and shimmering in the evening light. Her nails were done in understated colors with just the slightest hint of a gold streak cutting across each. Her makeup was modestly applied with just a bit of highlight to enhance her wonderful eyes. She was the perfect image of a woman who had class and the benefit of good breeding.
I led her into the den.
"Savannah, I have a critical assignment for you this weekend. I need you to listen carefully and carry out my instructions precisely. How you perform this weekend could mean the difference between life and death for the wife of the gentlemen you will be servicing this weekend." I was sounding very dramatic and it was. If she failed to convince Philippe that reeducating his wife was an option then I would probably be forced to help him execute his original plan. Just the thought of that left a foul taste in my mouth.
I explained the entire situation. I left no details out. She would need to know exactly what was at stake if this was going to work.
"So then, I need you to be the perfect partner in public and the perfect slave in private. You will refer to him as Master when in private. You will respond to his demands as if it was me you were servicing. When in public, you need to be charming and engaging. Your goal is to sell the qualities of your master. Make people want to be near him. Even if it's only to be closer to you, they must want to be involved with him. A good woman can make the difference between closing business deals and loosing them. Show him how effective you can be on his behalf." She had listened intently to every word and my probe revealed only one doubt.
"Master, I will do my very best. I'm just concerned about my lack of knowledge about his business. I enjoy wine but I'm certainly no expert. I'm not sure how I can compensate for my ignorance." It was a fair point with a simple solution.
"Savannah, Philippe will not expect you to be a wine expert. Should you find yourself in a difficult position simply defer to him. Remember, you are selling him. Humbly defer the question to him and give him the chance to demonstrate his expertise. You charm them and let him wow them."
"I understand Master. I will do my best."
"Let's see what you've packed."
"My bags are in the entry way Master. Just a second and I'll grab them." She ran off and returned with two bags. The first was a shoulder bag that was intended for a trip to the gym. The second was a garment bag that was just the right size for a couple of days.
"Show me the clothes first."
With a quick, "yes Master" she opened the garment bag. She had packed another dress that was similarly elegant in style but cut with a slightly lower neckline and a plunging back. It was a soft blue and seemed to be made of silk. Below that, she had packed a gown. This was full-length and form fit. It was made of a shimmering material in various shades of gray and silver and was strapless. She had also packed a pair of dress slacks and a white blouse that was obviously meant for more casual occasions. She had a pair of shoes for each outfit and three sets of underwear that included a bra, garter belt and stockings. She had a small bag with various types of makeup and other toiletries and that was it. Unlike most women, she had packed only the essentials.
"I'm pleased with your choices. Now show me the bag of tricks." She flushed a bit but moved quickly to get the second bag opened.
This one contained a riding crop, a whip and a paddle just in case she required punishment. To this she added two dildos, one large and one gigantic, two butt plugs, also large and larger, a vibrator, various lengths of rope and a set of nipple clamps. It looked like just enough to keep Philippe busy and happy.
"Who chose these items?" I wondered if Mom had helped her.
"I did Master. I hope I did Ok."
"You did fine. Now get this all packed again. The car will be here in 10 minutes. Make me proud." I had a good feeling about this. If anyone could pull this off Savannah was the one.
I gave her a quick kiss and left her to get ready. I needed to get showered and on my way to Mac's and I didn't have much time if I was going to arrive by eight as promised. Unfortunately Carrie caught up with me.
She was electric and almost knocked me over as she ran and jumped in my arms. I just managed to recover my balance as she wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me deeply. I knew immediately what this was all about and it wasn't just the fact that she missed me.
"I'm ovulating. We can make a baby. Please, let's make a baby." It was so tempting. One short step and we'd be in my room and a few more steps and we'd be on the bed making love. I really wanted to give in. I couldn't give in.
I did carry her into my room and as I set her on the bed I broke away to try and explain.
"Carrie, that's really great news. I really do want this, I swear. But, it's going to have to wait until later. I promised I'd go to Mac's for a while. I'm already running late. I'll come back as soon as I can and we can spend the night together. Will you wait for me?" Even as I was telling her this I was thinking I could probably just take her to the shower with me. We wouldn't have a lot of time but at least we could get started down our chosen path. But no, this was not the way I wanted it to happen and I don't think it was the way Carrie wanted it either. We should be able to take our time and explore the depths of our passion. The moment we conceived our first child should be one neither of us ever forgot.
She was pouting like a little girl and that pout was weakening my resolve.
