It was not until Mary was in the shower the following morning that she suddenly realized that she had not heard from her tormentor: in fact, not since she had left the office two days ago. Had the calls finished? She hoped in some ways that they had, but then again it had shown her a new side to herself: a new found confidence and a new found excitement. She had been through a lot since that first day that she was made to strip in front of the window. It had been an eye opening journey for her from that first time in the window, to working naked at an Erotic Fair, and being publicly fucked before an audience in a studio of a Porno Film Company.
She gently rubbed her hand over her pussy still feeling the effects of Jerome's work. She had felt sorry for Bob last night as she had still been feeling too tender to allow Bob the pleasure of her body; well, her pussy at least.
She had managed to satisfy him successfully with her hands and mouth and other less painful parts. As she stood under the spray, she was not sure if she were looking forward to her last day at the exhibition or not.
As things turned out, it all worked out well. She did the morning stint with Gina, and then worked for Body Art. She explained about her tender condition and they agreed to go a little easier on her. At the end they gave her a small but expensive present of a pack of the stimulation cream as a thank you gift.
Her final session with Exotic Creations worked out well, too. She only had to display things there, and she was pleased when she received a surprise parcel from Miranda, the owner of Erotic Creations, of a selection of items from their range as a thank you gift.
With only two hours left before the show closed, she finally decide to call in at Magnus Productions. She wanted to say good-bye to everyone, but particularly to Jerome. Even feeling as she did, she knew she would not be able to resist the offer of anther show if they asked her. But as it turned out, Jerome had been called away to the main studio to do some emergency filming. The director did say she was still very welcome to join them, but she declined his offer. "Maybe another day," she said with a smile.
Before the show closed, Jerry thanked her and Gina for all their help and presented them both with a cheque for their good work. It was something she wasn't expecting, so all in all, it had been an interesting and rewarding three days.
"You did well out of that," Bob said when he saw the gifts and the size of the cheque as she packed her bags and extra items in the car,
"Well, I worked hard for it," she said with a grin.
Bob agreed and they chatted happily about the three days as they drove home. Bob seemed interested in everything she had gone through and wanted to know all the intimate details.
It was getting late before they arrived back at her place. She was not too sorry in some ways when Bob said he would have to get straight off. He had been away for two nights and did have a wife at home who might not be pleased if he spent another night away.
They kissed their good-byes in the car. He thanked her for a wonderful weekend of pleasure and said they would most likely see each other at work the following day. It was nice to get back to the peace and quiet of her own place.
She dropped the bags and gifts in the bedroom, and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine from the fridge.
She sat back on the sofa relaxing, sipping the wine, thinking over what had happened, everything she had gone through. Never in a lifetime would she have thought that she would have done what she had done over that weekend. It almost felt unreal now she was back in her own home. Her thoughts were shattered by her mobile ringing, the one he used. She picked it up, and flicked it open.
"Hello, there," said a now familiar voice. "The weekend went very well. You surpassed my wildest dreams."
"You were there?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes, I spent a couple of days looking around, catching up on you."
My God, she thought to herself! He had been there, but there had been hundreds there. How could she have spotted one person, a person she only knew by his voice?
"I really enjoyed your performance with that black guy."
She gasped; he had actually been that close to her.
"I never imagined you would have gone so far so quickly, from sex in private to sex in public, in a few short weeks, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself."
Mary smiled to herself. How right he was.
"Well, I've called with some news for you. Not sure if it will be good or bad; depends on how you feel about yourself. I have one last assignment for you. When that is completed, you are free from me."
Mary was at first elated by the thought. It would be over at last, but then suddenly she wondered if she really wanted it to be over. She guessed she had in some ways almost become a submissive bending to the warped will of a master. She was not sure if she wanted it to finish.
"Your last assignment will be on Friday evening. I discovered when I was looking into you that you did some dancing as a girl. Is that right?"
"I did dancing classes until I was sixteen."
"Good. I hoped my information was correct. It's just that you will be dancing on your next assignment. Well, dancing and stripping, actually. I guess with four days to work on it you could come up with a reasonable routine.
I've arranged for someone to help you. You'll be hearing from them."
Mary did not quite know what to say. "Well, I guess I could come up with something. It's not something I've ever done before, but with someone to give me a few ideas and pointers it should be alright."
"Okay, I know you will cope very well. I've acquired some costumes in your size. I will get them sent over by courier. You should take tomorrow off. Call in; say you are not feeling well. You have had a busy and exhausting weekend. I'm sure it will be okay with your bosses. Oh, and by the way, if you do get a copy of the film from Magnus, I would like a copy myself. I'm sure they will have no objections." Then he rang off.
She closed the phone and dropped it beside her. Just who was this guy who knew every detail about her past and present? He was certainly an accomplished stalker. She had never before felt that anyone special was watching her every move.
Mary didn't realize just how tired she was, and after a long shower, she slept like a log. She was awakened suddenly next morning by the door bell. She slipped on a robe and went to answer it. A guy in a UPS uniform stood there with a large box in his hands.
"Package for you to sign for, Miss. Sorry if I got you up," he said looking at her attire.
She smiled. "I was just having an extra hour." She signed for the box and took it into the kitchen. She needed a coffee, but first she had to ring work. They seemed very understanding and told her to get well and be back as soon as she felt well enough.
She switched on the coffee, and while it heated up, she inspected the box. She found it contained three outfits, all sparkly and very well made, complete with Velcro fastenings. These were the real thing, made for easy removal.
She made herself a coffee and read the note that came with the outfits. All it said was for her to try them on and pick out two that she would like to perform in as she would be doing two spots. It also said that she would be contacted by someone who would help her with her routines. She smiled. This was certainly going to be an interesting assignment, but she noticed that the only thing the note did not say was where she was going to perform. She guessed that information would be coming later.
She ate a leisurely breakfast, then went into her bedroom and tried on the outfits one by one. As she expected, they were all very revealing, but they all fit her very well. She guessed that they had actually been made for her. She had to admit that she looked exciting in all of them, and she also discovered that there were five pieces to each outfit: a g-string, bra, pants, and two outer items.
She didn't know which to choose at the moment, but she had four days to decide that. It was about eleven that morning when the mobile rang again. She expected to hear his voice, but it was a woman. "Are you Annabelle?" she asked.
She hesitated for a moment and then realized that she must have been given her other name. "Yes, who's this?"
"My name is Crystal. I'm a dancer. I've been instructed to give you lessons. Can you come to my studio this afternoon?"
Mary assured her that she could and arranged to be there at two p.m..
"I understand you have your own costumes. Could you bring them along as well?"
Mary assured her that she would. Crystal gave her the address and directions, and said she would see her at two. Mary found the place easily. The directions she had given her were clear, and she pulled up in front of a large converted warehouse building that had obviously been divided up into smaller units. A sign on the wall above one doorway introduced Crystal's Dance Studio: exotic and belly dancing a specialty.
She picked up her bag of costumes from the car and pressed the buzzer. A pleasant voice instructed her to come up and the door clicked open. She walked up a flight of stairs and into a small reception room. A pretty brunette who looked as though she should have still been in school smiled up at her. "Are you Annabelle?" she inquired. Mary nodded. "You can go straight through; Crystal's waiting for you."
Crystal turned out to be a blousy blond in her mid forties. She was wearing a long colorful Chinese robe. She looked up when Mary entered. "I guess you are Annabelle?" she inquired.
Mary nodded.
"You require some training with regards to stripping? You ever done any before?"
Mary shook her head. "No, not stripping. I did a wet t-shirt show a couple of weeks ago where I finished up naked."
Crystal grinned. "Well, at least you've experienced being naked in public."
Mary smiled to herself and decided not to say anything about the weekend.
"I hear what you are doing on Friday is a bit more up market then a wet t-shirt bash."
