Monique was mesmerized by her surprising experience in the peculiar teashop, and her encounter with Javier, the tea master. It had been a mystifying escape into wonderland, falling deep down Alice's rabbit hole, never to be the same. It was otherworldly, and wonderfully so. She had never felt so known, and yet by the handsome stranger she had never met. Her body had never felt so alive and enraptured in pleasure by one orgasm after the other. She had an undeniable attraction and strange sudden aberrant allegiance to the eccentric tea master. She not only would do exactly as he says, she would do so gladly.
Thoughts of Javier and the unique Tea Shop distracted her at work the next day, which was a welcome diversion from having to work with Candace. Every unavoidable encounter with Candace escalated the overwhelming pain of betrayal. Every time Monique saw her, even from across the studio, her mind flooded with images of Candace's gorgeous willing bound body being fucked by Carl. How could her boyfriend and best friend do this to her, after all she had done for them? Nobody knew them better than Monique; she could practically read their minds and anticipate what would please them. In that one moment, Monique lost her lover, her best friend (and roommate), and the joy of working at the studio she loved so much. She did her best to avoid talking or even looking at Candace at work; instead trying to wrap her mind around what happened last night at the mystical teashop. Her eagerness to return to the magical place made time at work pass slowly. She was glad it was Friday.
Monique darted over there the moment she left work. She eagerly pushed the large ornate wooden door open to the eccentric teashop that was tucked away on the quiet unassuming side street. As she stepped in, she closed the door behind her to seal herself into the enchanted world. Her large translucent blue eyes danced around the room until they found Javier's dark browns looking back at her from behind the large counter. She smiled and blushed like a nervous schoolgirl. She felt a magnetic attraction to him, but strangely not as a lover despite the immediate arousal she felt at the sight of him. There was a mystical sagacity about him that drew her in. He somehow knew things about her that she didn't know about herself; he made her body come alive in ways she had never experienced before. If her first encounter with him was any clue of what he might have ahead for her, she was ready to hang on his every word, and always do exactly as he says, just as she promised, no matter what.
"Welcome back," he said as he watched her walk toward him, entering more deeply into the quirky teashop. She was wearing a sexy sleeveless royal blue dress that scooped low in front with a length down to mid-thigh, with matching four-inch heels. She knew it wonderfully showed off her firm ample cleavage, tight ass and long tanned legs. Her brown lightly curled hair cascaded off her shoulders. Unlike the day before, she had already removed her nametag from work and disposed of it in her small black purse. She had dressed for him and hoped he would be pleased. She could feel her nipples hardening and the tenderness between her legs already moistening with each step toward him.
"Thank you," she said. "Its always good to have repeat customers," she said with a smile.
"You're more than that," he said looking deeply into her eyes, reading her eager willingness from the pages of her soul. Butterflies took flight within her at the feel of him undressing the deepest parts of her.
"I am," she answered, confirming her continuing commitment. "I'd like another pot of that tea I had yesterday," she said daringly.
"That would be good," he said. "However, that tea was only the beginning of a world of exotics I have for you to experience," he said. "I have another one for you today."
"What is it?" she asked curiously.
"Do you trust me?" he answered, with a sly smile.
"I'm not sure yet," she answered honestly, having just met the mysterious brewer the day before. "But I don't think that matters. I made a promise," she added.
"True," he said, glad to see how deeply her promise of complete submission embedded in her psyche, following his command for her to always do exactly as he says. He had never met someone who responded so strongly to the exotic tea.
"I came back because you told me to," she affirmed, reinforcing her loyalty. "I couldn't stay away if I wanted to. Not that I did. I couldn't wait to get off work to come back here."
"I told you this can be addictive," he said. "When you left last night, you said there is no turning back for you. Now that you're here, there won't be."
"I don't want to go back," she confessed. "Go back to what?" she thought to herself. Her pathetic life destroyed by the treachery of Carl and Candace, the two people she cared about most? Go back to the empty gnawing pain of betrayal and miss the strange opportunity to escape further into the new mysterious world the tea master opened up to her the night before? There was no place she would rather be than this peculiar teashop, as nervous as the otherworldliness of it made her. She had never met anyone like Javier; there was something about him that made him dangerously irresistible.
"Then we'll have our tea in there," he said, pointing to a blue door on the back wall. Javier turned to the three baristas at the counter. "You have this," he said more as a command than a question.
"We've got it covered," the young petite blond woman closest to him behind the counter answered, with a knowing smile and wink. "We'll take care of the key."
Monique followed the muscular Latin tea master to the eccentrically colored large door. Javier reached into his pocket and pulled out a long gold key. It looked like it was from another time and world. He put it into the keyhole and turned until the sounds of loud clicking came to a stop. He opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
Monique's anticipation was mixed with nervousness and excitement as she stepped through the small threshold of the mysterious doorway. Her instincts told her somehow nothing would ever be the same. Everything in her set off alarms at the idea of walking into a locked back room alone with a strange man; yet everything in her also yearned for the dangerous adventure. It was one thing to drink a pot of exotic mind-altering tea in a public teashop; it was altogether something different to step through the strange enigmatic door into the secluded private realm of the mysterious tea master. Javier closed the great door behind them. He pushed the large gold key into the keyhole on the inside of the door, turning it again until the loud ancient sounds of the multiple tumblers fell silent, locked into place. Monique watched as he deposited the key into a hole in the wall, removing it far from either of their reach.
The room behind the mysterious door of the quirky shop was much larger than Monique expected. Most of the concrete warehouse was lined with shelves filled with exotic teas from around the world, dimly lit to protect their freshness. Monique's first breath took in the strong mixed aromas of rare plants and herbs. At the far end of the room Monique could see rows of live plants growing under heat lamps in what looked like an indoor greenhouse.
"This way," he motioned, pointing to their left. They walked about 50 feet through the storeroom until they came to another door, this one painted red. Javier opened it and invited her in. Monique didn't know it, but she was stepping into the rest of her life.
The room was a strange yet elegant apartment without walls dividing the rooms within it. As they stepped through the doorway they entered into a living room with a large couch, glass table, and surround sound theater system. Soft music played. Just behind the living room was a kitchen with granite counters and stainless steel appliances. Not surprising, there were teapots simmering on the stove. Just beyond the kitchen was a large bedroom with a king size bed. An open bathroom was next to it that boasted an extra large Jacuzzi and glass shower. The aroma of the brewing teas filled the stylish space.
"Welcome," Javier said as he closed and locked the red door behind them.
"Thank you," she answered, taking in the sophistication and strong aromas of the secluded flat. She felt a little reassured by the elegant comfort of the space. Either the strength of the smells or something in them made her body tingle. As Monique looked around, she discerned with certainty that she was all alone with Javier. The nearest people were at least two buildings way, with heavy locked doors between them. Only Javier and the barista in the remote out-of-the-way teashop knew where she was, and she heard the barista promise Javier they would not be disturbed. Monique impulsively pulled her phone out of her small purse and pushed the home button. It flashed on, showing the time was 4:37; the words "no service" flashed across the top left corner of the screen as she stood next to the tea master deep inside the bowels of the enigmatic concrete building.
"That won't do any good for you here," he said. "Go ahead and give it to me. It will come in handy later."
She handed him the phone.
"When do you work next?" Javier asked.
"Not till Monday morning," she answered.
"Good," he said, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the end of the large couch. "We'll need to get started; we should have just enough time."
"Just enough time?" Monique asked. She had stopped after work, desperate for another pot of that addictive tea, and anything that might happen with it. She planned to be there maybe a few hours if things went as she hoped with Javier. The idea of staying for the weekend had never occurred to her.
"Your next adventure toward freedom," he said. "Take off your dress," he added as he walked toward the sound of the low whistling teapots in the kitchen.
"Just like that?" she thought to herself surprised. Her inner-conscious resisted yet her body tingled with arousal at his firm directive. The affects of the tea from the night before and her new strong inner compulsion now to always do exactly as he says caused her hand involuntarily to reach behind her back to take hold of the small zipper between her shoulders. She was perplexed at how strangely compliant she felt as she willingly lowered the zipper until it stopped just above her ass. She slipped her dress off of each shoulder, allowing it to fall to the floor around her ankles.
Rather than embarrassed, Monique felt strangely aroused by her nakedness in front of the mysterious tea master. She stood wearing only a tiny royal blue thong and matching heels. Her large round tits stood out firmly before her. Cold chills covered her body despite the comfortable temperature in the clandestine apartment. Her nipples hardened, betraying the secret of her arousal. She felt moistening between her legs. She laid her dress over Javier's shirt at the end of the couch. She somehow knew she would not see it again until she left; she wondered if she would see it even then. She felt her body continuing to relax and tingle, aware she was already succumbing to the early affects of the whiffs of strange aromas filling the apartment like incents from the teapots whistling softly across the room.
Monique looked up to see Javier enjoying the view of her almost naked body. She couldn't help reciprocating, admiring his muscular lean frame. His chest was firm, his abs were defined like a small ladder. Memories of his mastery over her from the night before flooded back, causing her arousal to grow just by watching him. No one had ever made her cum so hard and so many times again and again like he had. There was something so irresistibly mysterious about him. It's why she came back and now found herself nearly naked and sequestered alone with him in the secret lair.
