Ebony sat at her dining table nursing a cup of tea. Half full, the cup's only warmth was drawn from her hand, the tea stagnant, tepid. Her gaze was fixed on the large golden stag that stretched its figure across her table, a centrepiece to house candles. And thoughts. It was a contentious piece, with many of her visitors claiming it was far too large to be a table feature. Ebony knew their true objection was to the cock and balls that proudly hung between the stag's legs. Painted the same lovely gold, they were her favourite feature. Some people found the stag's genitals to be quite the distraction, indeed he was always hidden away for Christmas dinner. But it was natural, no?
A loud vibration shocked Ebony from her reverie. If her cup was any fuller it would have sloshed onto the table. She set the cup down, noting that the bag bobbed in cold liquid. Picking up her phone she realised with a start that it was 5pm. She was not due to leave for another three hours, but the time was passing far quicker than she would have liked. The cause of the vibration was a text from her friend Miranda "Good luck tonight, honey! I'm sure everything will go well. You'll do great!! Xx". Trepidation coiled in her heart, bleeding through her veins, pulsing in her sternum, filling her stomach with anxious acid. She stared once more at the stag and forced herself to breathe deep and slow. It would be fine, she thought, they know I am new to this, I'm sure they'll be understanding. Besides, I am the one who signed up for this, right? She took a sip from her tea, forgetting its lost temperature. Clicking her tongue with distaste, she decided it was time for alcohol.
A generous shot-and-a-bit of vodka, topped up with cranberry juice and ice. A cup full of courage. Ebony took a gulp, holding the tangy liquid in her mouth for a moment, allowing the piquant pleasure to play across her tongue. Swallowing it down, she revelled in the bite of the vodka, already feeling the uncomfortable tingling in her nerves settle. She gathered phone, drink and bluetooth speaker into her hands and took herself to the bathroom. With a little less than three hours to go, she may as well prepare at a leisurely pace.
She set her things on the counter top and selected some chilled dance music. Time to get excited. After another mouthful of vodka, Ebony turned the taps of her shower, allowing the water to burst from the head and cascade to the tiled floor. As she waited for the heat to grow, she stripped down until she was standing naked in front of her giant, wall-hanging mirror. The music was perfect, the beat infectious and she felt her body moving to the rhythm. She looked into the mirror at her reflection and smiled. It was apparently unseemly to be proud of your body, but Ebony felt that pride should be given where pride was due. She ran her hands over her skin, beginning at her protruding collar bones, her second favourite bone of all.
Over her supple, but slight breasts, charming her nipples to erection; down her curved belly and then between her thighs, lingering luxuriously at her clit. She let out a small sigh and noticed her reflection was clouding rapidly. The heat was filling the room with steam, moisture clinging to the air. Ebony took one last pre-shower sip of vodka and made to step under the water when her phone buzzed loudly on the counter top. She quickly glanced at it "Hey, babe, what you up to tonight?" She groaned superciliously. The text was from Chester, a man she worked with and once slept with. She wasn't the kind of person to regret things, but this one particular incident had left her with a vexing infatuation. She didn't like the man, simple as that. He was attractive and charming, but beneath the guise of gallantry he was a dickhead. And while she had enjoyed his dick head for one night, she knew she did not want to do it again. Ignoring the message, Ebony turned back to the shower and stepped into the deluge. She shuddered with pleasure as the blood heated in her veins and a tingle crept over her like a tidal wave. Two and a half hours left.
A second glass of vodka-cranberry saw Ebony through the hair and makeup process. As she sipped on her third, she selected an outfit. The clothing did not really matter, but the lingerie must be perfect. She tried on a simple magenta bralette with a g-string and stay-ups. Not enough. She swapped out the bra for one with black lace and padding, and exchanged the g-string for another to match. Still not enough. She finally settled on a red and black corset. It hugged her rib cage like the large strong hands of a man and cupped her breasts in a way that accentuated with realism. The straps were thin black ribbon, snaking down her chest to join a sweetheart cut. Extravagant amounts of black lace piled across the trim, winding down the curve of the boning. Visible beneath was a deep red satin, spotted elegantly with fine clear crystals. Slung over her slim waist was a black lace garter belt holding up black stockings with a heavily stitched line down the back of her legs. Her g-string was red satin, cupping her moist pussy gently, exposing her round, soft arse. She slipped her feet into a pair of red patent-leather pumps and strutted over to her full length mirror. Her dark hair was curled and bouncing upon her shoulders as she approached her reflected image. She popped out a rounded hip and extended a pale, toned leg. From top to toe her eyes drifted approvingly; perfectly arched eyebrows, beautiful lingerie, defined calves. Confidence radiated from her and the nerves she had been nursing into her cold tea earlier were dissipating rapidly.
Last minute touches included a spritz of vanilla perfume, another lick of crimson lipstick and a loose grey knit dress thrown over her luscious lingerie. As she drained her glass of the remaining cranberry concoction, she ordered a taxi and sat once more at her dining table. In no time she would be on her way. Nerves gathered in her diaphragm anew, mingling with glorious excitement. She imagined all the ways the night could go, knowing that there were too many variables to predict it. Her biggest concern was having her autonomy taken, her control suspended. But that was all part of the game. That was the thrill of it.
A muffled horn beep told her the taxi had arrived. She chucked her phone and wallet into a pre-prepared overnight bag that also held a warm change of clothes and sensible underwear and shoes. Hopping into the taxi she divulged the address hoping the driver did not know the hidden use of the building. Twenty minutes and several false conversations later, Ebony arrived at her destination. She paid and thanked the driver and stepped out into the cold. Walking with confidence, her heels clicking on the pavement, she entered the hotel and headed straight for the elevator. She already knew what floor she needed to be on and figured the receptionist was probably full aware of what went on there. Save the glowing of her cheeks for later.
She assessed her appearance in the elevator mirror, touching up her lipstick again. She could no longer detect her vanilla scent so spritz some more perfume at her throat and temples. She stared into her own eyes and gave herself a mini pep talk. This night is going to go well, she whispered. I am going to have fun and I will want to come back again. Everyone will be great, I will be great. It will just be great. She breathed deep and long. Her pep talk had not assured her. The elevator slid open and she stepped out into another foyer. There was a desk straight ahead, a tall and intimidating looking man stood behind it. Ebony steeled herself and strode over. The man was unattractive, scary almost, and doubt suddenly erupted within her. Maybe she could pretend she came to the wrong level? She could just turn around and walk out. Get another taxi home and drink tea with her horny stag all night. Then the man smiled and spoke. "Hi there. You must be Ebony! Just a moment." The man picked up a phone. "Ebony is here, ma'am." He hung up and looked back at her, grinning foolishly.
Ebony frowned. Was he mocking her? Before she could say anything a door to the left opened and out came the most breathtakingly beautiful woman Ebony had ever seen. Her tall figure glided over to Ebony, whose eyelids peeled wider in an effort to allow her retinas to absorb more of the woman. The woman smiled warmly and extended her hand for shaking. Ebony reciprocated, not taking her eyes off the woman's face. Her lashes were like wings, her cheek bones perfectly sculpted high upon her face and her lips were full and shiny and pink. She was mid-thirties, with wisdom in her irises and faint smile lines at the corners of her eyes. Ebony expected to feel apprehensive at this point and instead felt emboldened. As if the woman's beauty made her own beauty grow. So absorbed by the woman and fantasies of feeling her soft lips graze across her own, Ebony did not hear the first two times the woman introduced herself.
"Ebony? Ebony! Darling, are you okay?" The woman was touching her arm.
She blinked and breathed deep, "sorry, sorry I was distracted."
The woman smiled, a subtle smirk of amusement dashing across her parted lips. She glanced at the man behind the desk and Ebony glowered beneath his ridiculous grin. They both knew the cause of Ebony's distraction.
