Book Two - A Cup of Tea
Prologue
A hidden Image
Ivy lay on the large leather sofa, it engulfed her petite body as she laid motionless in a dim lit room, with only a lamp in the corner. Ivy seemed to be partial unconscious. She could feel a thick, warm blanket covering her entire body, a blanket the she vaguely recalled Big T placing over her. She could barely make out what was happening, she knew only that she was safe. The voices in the room were familiar and friendly, but they seemed to be arguing about someone. Was it her that they were fighting about? Did she infringe on another woman's man? She was delirious and was unable to see clearly. Ivy still did not have all of her senses together to place the other voice in the room. The only person that she could see was Big T standing between her and another person, a person that she knew, but not from the Opera. Her mind went into a whirl trying to put a face on the familiar voice that appeared to be angry with her new lover. Then the stranger leaned in and kissed Big T on his cheek, she had blonde hair and Ivy could sense she was tall. As this mysterious woman turned towards the door, she said "I don't care how you do it, but Ivy can never come here again, I know her, and she is not your play toy for the night!" Then the sound of the door closed softly behind her. It was as if she didn't want to startle Ivy in her weakened state. Ivy fell asleep quickly once the door closed, the excitement was over, and her body and mind felt exhausted.
Chapter One
A French Breakfast
Ivy awoke the next morning finding Simone watching over her like her faithful servant. She was fully dress in a cute little black skirt that went down to just above her knees and ruffled white blouse. The smile on Simone's face made her feel comfortable in her new surroundings. Ivy never did feel right about sleeping over at somebody's house on the first date, and this was way out of the normal for her this particular morning. But Simone seemed to make everything just right. She greeted Ivy with a "Good Morning, Madame"
once Ivy was awake and was starting to explore her surroundings with her eyes. Simone set a serving tray with a tea pot and cup on the coffee table in front of Ivy. She poured the hot water into the cup and placed a tea bag of Lady Grey into the cup to steep. Her next words were "please excuse me while I get your breakfast, Madame" as she curtsied and turned around. Ivy's eyes instantly looked to watch her walk away, reminiscing of her perfectly shaped ass from the night before.
Ivy lay there on a large, soft sofa. The blanket covered her body, and she now knew it was the only thing concealing her naked body underneath. Ivy felt as if she did not want to leave the comforts of the sofa and the blanket that seemed to hold her in place. Then, just as Ivy was beginning to close her eyes once more, Simone appeared again just in time for the tea bag to be removed, with another tray holding a plate of toast, butter, apricot jam and a cup of Greek yogurt with fresh fruit on the side. Ivy sat up, looking at the breakfast Simone had prepared for her. She could not understand how all of this was done. From the tea to the toast to the yogurt. It was all done perfectly. What had her perplexed was the fact that this is exactly what she had for breakfast every morning. Simone excused herself once again, saying "I will run your bath now, Madame" as she curtsied and exited the room once again. Ivy sat up, she was hungry from the night before and needed something to restore her energy. As she ate the breakfast Simone laid before her, she thought this apricot jam was the best she ever had, and the fresh fruit was great for being February!
Just as Ivy was finishing the last blueberry from her yogurt, Simone returned and said with a delightful smile, "Oh I hope the breakfast was acceptable, it was flown in last night from France, Madame, your bath is ready. May I show you the way?"
Ivy finally broke her silence and said to her, "Where is Big T? Did he send you here, so he didn't have to see me again?"
Simone replied with "Of course not, I have not seen Mr. Tanix since he left with you last night. This is my loft that stay in."
Ivy was once again in a state of disbelief. She did not know how to reply to this beautiful woman who was obviously under some sort of hypnotic trance, but she also had a feeling, a feeling deep inside of her that everything that was happening to her was supposed to be. It felt as if it were her destiny was to be sitting on this sofa covered in only the blanket that a strange lover placed on her the night before. Ivy attempted to lift her body up, but the sofa seemed to grasp her from behind and pull her back down.
Simone immediately took hold of her hand and lightly helped her to her feet.
Ivy stood in front of Simone now, the blanket wrapped loosely around her breast and Simone in her skirt and blouse. Ivy stood a head taller than Simone as they were both barefoot now. Only then did Ivy noticed that Simone was not wearing a bra under her blouse, as her nipples gave her inner thoughts away. Ivy felt a spark of excitement between the two of them. The same spark that ignited her lust the night before.
Chapter Two
Proper Introductions
Standing there, looking into Simone's eyes, Ivy felt like she was falling in love. Could this be the girl that she was looking for? She was beautiful and very sweet, but who was she? Why did she call her "Madame" and why was she acting like a servant to her? Ivy did not understand these things, nor did she care to at this moment. After what seemed like an eternity of staring into her eyes, Simone broke the silence by reaching up and began to remove the blanket from Ivy's naked body. Ivy was a little apprehensive, standing there in front of Simone in the nude, and as she started to say something Simone slid her index finger over her lips. In a soft, reassuring voice Simone said to her, "Ivy, I unclothed you last night and watched over you while you rested, please allow me the opportunity to ensure you are taken care of as I have been instructed, as it is my honor and duty to do so."
With that, Ivy dropped any guard that she held in place. Her lips formed a smile of content and Simone took her hand and led her slowly to the adjoining bath. It was an exquisite sight, white marble floor that felt warm to the touch of her bare feet, accented with white cabinets and stainless-steel fixtures. The tub was massive, standing on four feet that could accommodate three persons easily. It was filled with bubbles that bestowed the essence of honey sickle. Simone helped Ivy into the tub, then began to wash her with a sponge. First her back, neck and over to her breast. The water was hot, but Ivy was even hotter. She had never experienced this before. The total relaxation of having another being take over her body and feel so content with it. Ivy eased back into the tub closing her eyes as Simone moved further down her torso, Ivy lips whimpered out a subtle "who are you."
Simone said "my name is Simone, I come from a small town in Europe and my only desire is to serve my Mistress. I was told to treat you as if you were she, and nothing more. So, if there is anything that Madame desires, then say and I shall obey."