The real estate for the Parnassus property was one that could be spent all day trekking across, just as it felt like an all-day excursion for those moving deeper into the garden maze. Hypatia took a very leisurely stroll through it, a Doll by her side for attendance and quiet company. Most of the high walls of greenery were sparsely sprinkled with color, some sections were had surface coverings of flowers in shades of whites and other things for variety. And every lined wall had at least one high, flowery pillars almost acting as markers within the maze did give wanders unconscious incentive to venture further. From the maze entrance, it was amazing how immaculate the flower colors were maintained; there seemed to be a different color per direction, primary colors helping to note the difference of where in the maze you were lost, taking great advantage of different shades that turned into secondary colors. Hypatia noted this brilliant design, and looked almost admirably at the scantily-clad Doll alongside, guessing that Dolls like her were made to keep the grounds as cultivated as they were.
"Certainly thriftier than hiring landscapers," Hypatia mused.
The undercover investigator also enjoyed musing about the parallels of the garden maze and the Parnassus investments; the walls of green being like monotone, blank Dolls, and the more decorative ones being the Obsequious, a cleverly-seed veneer of willful adoration temporarily hiding the blankness beneath. She wondered if Elowyn's methodology of creating Obsequious were left unattended, would the other colors take over the green and settle in as a permanent personality, a fascinating thought that frightened her on some level.
Having been under someone's unrelenting "green" thumb in the past, she tried not to let herself recall too much of the parts of the past she could remember, the Doll she could've been if Dr. Thorn truly could have his way. With his track record, he just couldn't help himself with young, impressionable women who were blinded by his hypocritical scruples, as Subprime of late proved. Hypatia was his Obsequious in a way, but always at the edge of being his Doll, especially if there was an excuse of the mission (or simply his libido) calling for it. If anything, she'd rather be the pillar, nothing but a vibrant color, free to blind others with her brilliance as she saw fit, as she was now. Such self-reflection made her breathe deeper than she intended, which allowed her to pick up a scent that stood out from the heady floral air.
It wasn't that she didn't feel a presence following her throughout the maze; it's just that she couldn't tell the who, and therefore they why. But their scent brought a new memory to the forefront, memories of last night in bed with the young Parnassus.
"Is there to be an unscheduled meeting soon," a cultured, inquisitive voice spoke from Hypatia stopped in her tracks, back still turned to Tennyson Jr. who finally emerged from around the nearest pillar.
"Call it a continuation of yesterday's meeting. There are still some points to go over."
A crooked smile turned his way from over her shoulder.
"I'm sure you mean today's 'early morning' meeting, if you weren't paying attention to the time."
"Thankfully we have a stenographer here, someone ready to take d-" he stopped himself mid-sentence, not wanting his lewd comment to turn off Hypatia and make her too vulnerable. Isolated from others plus her role as inspector, a rising alertness could've inhibited the pleasant mood he wanted her it, something his recently-applied cologne was to promote with every approaching step.
Her crooked smile turned lewd. "You'd leave the task of 'dictation' to someone 'sleeping' on the job," Hypatia referred to the oblivious Doll nearby.
"Even sleepwalkers can get the job done," he spoke, happy to no have her react in a prudish way to his crude advancements, taking steps forward.
"If you want the job done right, you have to do it yourself," Hypatia told him, closing the distance between them. Taking his hand to gingerly place over tented pants, the hypnotist giggled as she made him stroke himself while the free hand caressed a still body aching for additional stimulation. He would've complained about the act being a slight perversion of his wishes, if her covering hand wasn't so vigorous in its guidance; feeling vulnerable erogenous zones from their prior act stroked again didn't help a great deal either. As the cologne grew in strength from his aroused state, he was uncharacteristically-willing to let patience run its course, enjoying the sound of her unconsciously-deepening breaths, and the soft, impactful clicks of her pearls crashing together.
"And if I humbly asked for some assistance in this important job?" Junior's wheedling made Hypatia giggle again, ignoring how her giggles drowned his words out.
"She....mmmm....can take notes from your example," crooning that gestured towards the Doll made them both laugh.
"There's a shed nearby, it would serve wonderfully as a little schoolhouse for this lesson." Hypatia eyed him with softening yet critical eyes, and he just let his naked, handsome smolder openly communicate his intentions.
"Prove it," the cultured voice came back, laced with expectant lust.
A small pep in Junior's step got him moving forward, loving the game they played. Unlike practically every other girl he'd ever met, Hypatia was combining shades of the most attractive attributes of everyone that came before. Smart and cunning in just as many ways as she was interested and vulnerable. Haughty like most that came from money, but carried by her own sense of independent superiority, even under someone else's employ. She found him attractive like most women would, yet she never missed a chance to engage in direct foreplay and match flirtations at his level, a balance the prettiest noble or the sexiest whore never struck this well. All of that plus his mother's indignation towards their budding version of "courting" made Hypatia damn-near perfect.
Junior almost hating having to lead the way as he glanced back at how she sauntered behind him; it was a vital example of her personality, set so clearly against the lifeless sleepwalking of the Doll trailing behind both of them. He didn't see Elowyn anywhere behind them, but that didn't mean she wasn't there; the thought of his mother fuming at the sway of hips soon to be in his grasp and control could have set fire to the garden if it wasn't a short walk to the shed.
Arriving at the sizable structure meant for the garden's upkeep, Hypatia was impressed with how a decent chunk of the interior was prettied up to serve as half a love-shack, dressed up with a small bed, flowers, clean sheets, and a small cooler with expensive champagne ready for consumption.
"The Parnassus certainly know how to utilize their property," she complimented.
"We try," he lightly held her lips from behind and placed racy kisses along her collarbone.
"But do you succeed?" she took a deep breath before turning unexpectedly, back up in slow steps towards the silk-topped bed. He saw her hunger as well as what looked like a glassy stare in his direction. Unable to tell if this was her fighting the cologne or giving into the wearer's intentions, he dove forward to topple her onto the bed, not at all expecting her to lean forward and control the movement to where they fell and she would be physically on top, just like a great deal of earlier that morning.
"It's a joint effort," he smiled from beneath her. "But don't hold your breath for the answer you were expecting," he pulled her down for a kiss she happily leaned down into. Pants were lowered without looking down, and their coitus exchange quickly grew hot and heavy. Junior teased almost giving her skin love welts and striking certain places that made her gasp out loud, all promoting deep breaths he knew would end the withering ounces of control left in her. He loved all the audible indications of surrendering to the moment, the moans syncing with rhythmic breaths, the happy friction of her bobbing up and down his shaft, the way the pearls bounced off of each other like balls of a cat's cradle in their exchange; it became too easy to find the rhythm to maximize her pleasure as only her moans registered to his ears. They rocked together as it seemed like she was coming undone from beneath him, and in a final grab at her pert breasts, she came hard on him, not bothering to hold her screams back from his experienced in pleasing women. Junior still stayed with the motion as she screamed in pleasure and came down, but he remained at a height equally satisfying and frustrating. As she came down off her high, Hypatia turned to the surprised expression of a confused Junior.
"Mmmmmm, soo good," Hypatia whispered hotly in his ear, letting her pearl bracelet jingle in the other, nearly as hot as the throbbing cock still inside her. "I'm so jealous of you, you get to stay at that height, maintaining absolute pleasure, but it's so fleeting for me." Trying to process her words was a forgone conclusion, as the substance of it seemed impossible to the young Parnassus.
