Lucy adjusted her bodice with a blush. She couldn't help being nervous about the tiny pads in her bra. If they moved she'd leak, and the rented dress would be ruined.
"Focus", she muttered to herself. It was weird going out to work leaving her baby at home. She hadn't expected a job to come up so quickly given all the limitations she'd added to her profile. "I'm fine," she murmured, "it's fine."
Tony drove her up to the big old house but didn't rush off. He wasn't exactly protection material but he was sweet enough to see her safely inside. She paused on the doorstep to reapply lip gloss and the door silently opened before she was done. Startled, she dropped the compact mirror with a little squeak. A slender hand shot out and caught it.
"Oh! How silly of me," Lucy took a step back. She couldn't have told you why. The woman in the doorway looked pretty harmless on the face of it. She was tiny. Sensibly dressed, slender, middle aged. But the job was pretty kinky; no judging a book by its cover.
"Here, dear." The woman held out the mirror. "Come inside before all the heat escapes."
Lucy turned and waved goodnight to Tony before heading into the hall. It was cosy, despite its size. Tiffany shades covered the light fixings, the walls and floor were warm forest greens and amber tones, coffee coloured panelling and muted patterns.
"The cloakroom is through there if you need it." The woman gestured at a small door in the panelling. "Come. It's warmer in here."
"You have a beautiful home," Lucy said, a little awed by her surroundings. "Is it really just the two of us?"
"Of course," the woman said evenly. "I know you charge extra for couples and group work. I wouldn't cheat you."
"Oh!" Lucy blushed, cursing her rusty manners, "that isn't... I mean I wouldn't... anyway." She shrugged off her raincoat and the client took it, threw it over the back of an armchair.
"You're experienced?" There was an edge to the question.
Lucy was embarrassed by her nerves. She took a big breath to steady them. "I've been off for a few weeks." She ran a finger across the neckline of the dress. "You?"
The question was meant to turn the tables a little but the woman paused. She met Lucy's eyes with a faintly mocking smile that made the escort feel an inch tall. "Go and kneel on the rug by the fire while I fetch my things. You're early."
That was hardly Lucy's fault, in fact she hadn't even knocked on the door but she didn't argue. It was already happening. This woman had the spark, drive, whatever you want to call It. Lucy could already feel herself heating up. She set aside her red stiletto heels and knelt by the fire as commanded.
The rug was sumptuous, something had clearly died to make that divine creamy pelt, no nylon here. Lucy stoked her fingers through the strands as she waited for the woman to come back. The fireplace was an enormous hundred year old marble edifice, the flames danced and flickered as the logs popped. A tiny clock chimed the hour of eight just as the client returned.
Gone were the sensible clothes and shoes, gone the veneer of propriety. The woman's waif like body was barely concealed by a exquisitely tailored layers of pale green silk chiffon. The garment was flawless. Her red hair curled about her shoulders. She carried a black case like a doctor's bag, Lucy shivered to see it.
"You tell me in your own words what your expectations are tonight," the woman said. She set the bag down firmly on a little card table and Lucy flinched.
"You said you wanted..."
"No." She didn't shout but Lucy's lip trembled and she waited. "What you expect."
Lucy paused. There was a difference, of course there was. "I expect to be humiliated," she said quietly. "I expect you..." she corrected herself this time, "I expect my breasts will be milked and groped an awful lot. I expect my erm... bottom will be sore tomorrow. I expect I'll find it hard to pee while you're watching me but I will try I promise. I hope that's enough; to try and please you."
