Not sure this stands alone as a story. I would recommend reading Part 1 first. And thanks for all the nice comments and 5 stars. If I get another positive response, there will definitely be a Part 3.
Margaret was new to this business. She was 47 years old, divorced with two grown children who not only no longer lived at home, but no longer lived in the same city.
She had worked at a large roofing company as a receptionist, but lost that job when the owner retired and just closed down the business. Having had the same job for twenty plus years, she found out that her resume was a bit thin and her age didn't help. She was an attractive woman, but at 47, well, there were lots of attractive women who were 37 or 27 who could do the same job for less money.
A friend of a friend had put her in touch with the woman who owned this establishment. That woman was in fact looking for someone more mature, someone her clients wouldn't hit on, someone who might bring an air of "no-nonsense" to the business at hand.
Also, if it gave "her girls" a mother figure to talk to, so much the better.
Margaret was not in a position to turn down any job. If anyone asked, she worked reception at a day spa, which was technically true. No need to quibble about details.
In fact, from her desk, this looked like a nice spa. The room had a sofa, a couple comfy chairs and side tables with lamps. She had been here about a month and so far it had been pretty normal. Oh sure there was the odd phone call asking if the girls role played or handled a particular kind of fetish that reminded her that she was not in Kansas any more, but nothing she couldn't handle.
At first she worried about someone she knew coming in, but decided that this would ultimately be more embarrassing for them than for her.
The thing was, she was lonely. With no husband and the kids gone, work had been her social life.
She had to admit, she looked down on these girls a bit and they sensed it. They were polite to each other, but there was definitely a wall there and that made her sad. She needed to find a way to bond with them.
Scarlett was the only one that would sit and talk to her sometimes. She couldn't tell if Scarlett was just being nice or trying to shock her.
Earlier today for example, when she had informed Scarlett that a man named Jim had called and set up an appointment, she had clapped her hands and said "He's one of my favorites. He's into humiliation. I make him crawl around the room, kiss my feet and I spank him a lot! I'll have to think of something different for today. Would you like to watch?"
Just the thought of it startled her and no doubt her face gave her away, because Scarlett just laughed and walked away.
But now she couldn't get the idea out of her mind. She didn't think she could never do what these girls did, but watching?
Her instinct was "no," she would not want to watch, and yet, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She thought about all the jerks she had dealt with over the years and started to wonder if she might not like seeing them naked on all fours, kissing her feet.
The more she thought about it, the more she thought, "yes, yes I would."
Later that day, Jim arrived. He was pretty nondescript really. He looked to be just under six feet, not fat, but not particularly fit. He had black hair, no facial hair and wore a pair of glasses. His age was hard to pinpoint, anywhere between thirty and forty five. Normally, she wouldn't give him a second look or a second thought, but now all she could think about was him crawling around on all fours and kissing Scarlett's feet...or maybe...her feet.
Usually, she just took the customers money and guided them to a room, but she decided to draw things out with Jim a little bit, asking him how his day was going, remarking on the weather. She enjoyed knowing what she knew about him. She had to admit that it gave her a sense of power.
"God," she thought, "am I actually a little turned on right now?" It was a rhetorical question.
Not too long after, Scarlett entered the room where she had deposited Jim, winking at her as she went in.
Soon, Margaret could hear Jim saying, "no," and actually yelling, "I AM, I AM, I AM!"
Later she would hear "Yes, YES, YES!" And then, she was pretty sure she was hearing spanking sounds.
She thought about putting her ear to the door, but was glad she didn't, when it suddenly opened and Scarlett strode out. She was back a minute later with Sonia, who was all smiles.
Before they went in, Scarlett grabbed Sonja's arm and said, "let's freak him out a little bit with some loud laughter," so they did, laughing loudly just before they entered the room.
Margaret was kicking herself that she hadn't positioned herself in such a way as to see what was going on in there.
Next she heard Sonia laughing loudly again, but this time she could tell it was real. What could be so funny she wondered?
And then, again, out comes Scarlett. She is back in a flash with Jenny and Jordan in tow. She is also carrying a bottle of water and what looks like a slightly enlarged ping pong paddle.
She is now desperate to know what is going on but can't bring herself to ask.
She does however leap from her chair and and walk over to try and see in the room when the door opens, but the girls are on to her and laugh out loud as they purposely block her view as they file in.
She was able to catch a quick glimpse of Jim up on all fours on the table. He was a ridiculous site, which caused her to chuckle herself.
A bit later, the little bell on the door chimed and a new client walked in. She hadn't been here long, but she could already spot the first timers. Their eyes look everywhere but at you, which was a shame, because she would have liked to have seen his as WHAP! "THANK YOU!! came wafting through the walls.
He asked her about a session and
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
she said she'd have to see who was available.
She was glad for an excuse to knock on the door and see what was going on in there, but Jordan only opened the door a crack and told her to tell the client to come back later.
Margaret was a little miffed to be excluded again.
She told the client that it would be about 30 minutes or so before someone would be available.
He was telling her that he would come back tomorrow when
WHAP! "THANK YOU MOMMY!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU MOMMY!"
This time she was staring right into his eyes, which widened considerably. She couldn't help it, she let out a nervous laugh as he turned towards the exit.
