Marie shivered softly as she stood in the waiting room. A friend of hers had recommended the place, but she had never been here, and the nervous anxiety was building inside her.
The door slowly opened to the back, and a dark haired woman came forward from the shadows.
"You are my three o'clock?" Her voice was sharp and strong. Marie trembled and nodded, finding herself unable to speak.
"Well, hurry along then. I haven't got all day." The woman gestured her through, and she stumbled forward quickly into the darkness.
No more words were spoken as she was led down a hall to a small room. A massage table was stretched out in the center of the room. Marie could smell the soft scent of roses filling the room.
The woman snapped her fingers imperiously and pointed to the table. Marie knew well enough how she was supposed to respond, and began stripping away her clothing.
A blush stole up her cheeks as she came to her bra and panties, with their daring red lacy design, but she steeled herself and removed them as well, hurriedly moving to lay on her belly on the table.
As the lights dimmed, soft music began to play, and she could feel the woman's hands upon her. They were soft and caressing, roaming across her skin in an intimate fashion.
As Marie began to relax, her eyes slipped shut and her body melted against the table. She could hear a tray being slid closer, and her body tingled at the things that must be on it.
She knew she was forbidden to speak though, as part of the contract. She could only lay here and accept what was to come. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips as a hint of fear began to creep it's way through her body. She nearly started to push herself from the table when she felt the cool blade slither like ice down her spine.
A deft hand wielded the blade as the flat of it caressed the smooth skin of the woman. It's surface, chilled in special oils, left glistening trails across her spine and lower back.
