Chapter 04 Chloe

My mind shifts back to the present. I look down and realize that I'd been stroking my dick as I relived the sex with Sarah. It was a good memory. One that I used more than a few times to masturbate to. Could she have actually experienced something as intense as I did?

"I think my brain short-circuited!" Her voice echoes in my head.

No, no way would I give myself such credit. It was great sex, but last night was levels beyond--

The bedroom door opens. A silhouetted figure reaches up and flips on the light. The sudden brightness causes me to wince and squint.

"Oh good. You're up." Lily looks down at my hand clutching my erect penis. "And up, as well!"

I blush. She shakes her head and chuckles. "It's not surprising actually. You could still have some remnants of the serum in your system."

I feebly pull up the comforter to cover my privates. "No need for that," she says. "It's time to go."

I hesitate to get out of bed. She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Are you being modest?" she asks. "Come on now. Chop chop."

Reluctantly, I move to the edge of the bed and stand up. I get a better look at her now that my senses have adjusted to the light. She's wearing a black skirt that tapers tightly at her knees. A silk, white blouse with long sleeves is tucked neatly into her skirt. She has on black transparent stockings and black high heels. Like a sexy secretary. A sexy, scary secretary.

She shifts her weight impatiently. I try to glean from her some sense of how she felt about what happened between us last night. But her expression and posture yield no insight. It's almost as if nothing happened between us. I have to admit that the lack of acknowledgement stings a little. That was probably the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had. And it means nothing to her?

She nods her head towards the door. I obey and walk out into the hallway--

There's another woman!

"What the fuck!" I cry out as I shield my penis with my hands. What's with all the sudden appearances of random women in this apartment!

The woman reacts by lowering her head and looking down. Lily emerges, and I look at her aghast.

"This is Server Chloe," Lily explains, as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. "She is assigned to you. Her duties are to assist you, and tend to you however you need."

Chloe curtsies. In her hands, Chloe is holding a stack of folded clothes, which she extends towards me, eyes still downcast.

Still mildly in shock, I grab the clothes. I recognize sweat pants and put them on first. Then a t-shirt, which fits a little loosely. There are slippers down at my feet that I slot into. Everything is uniform black.

As I finish dressing, I take in this new person. She's short. Much shorter than Lily or I. She has dirty blonde hair, pulled up into a bun. She has bangs, which swoop to one side and come down to her eyes. They flick up and down as she blinks or looks around. She also seems very young. I'd guess early twenties.

She has on a light tan colored tunic and matching leggings. Her shoes are a white. They're slip-on and have thick soles. Almost like clogs.

She turns and walks out of the hallway, and returns shortly holding a pale green insulated tumbler. She offers it to me silently. "What's this?" I inquire.

"Breakfast," Lily responds. "But first--" She holds up a syringe.

"Oh no," I protest. "Not again!"

"No no." Lily shakes her head. Chloe is already dabbing my arm with an alcohol pad. "This is different. It's what we call

The Cocktail

, which will be explained to you later."

I don't find that at all illuminating, but she injects me before I can summon another response. She hands the spent syringe to Chloe, and nudges the drink up to my mouth. It's a thick shake. Light brown and tastes mildly like chocolate. The chalky, artificial kind. I sense a few lumps that I deduce are berries. I also taste a hint of banana.

"You can finish it in the car." Lily motions for me to move. I follow her out of the apartment and down the stairs, with Chloe trailing me.

"Where are we going?" I ask Lily.

"Eden," she replies without turning back. As if that clears anything up. Did I hear that word mentioned last night?

We exit the building, and there's a black SUV waiting at the curb. The sun is just beginning to rise, bathing the entire street in a blue hue. It's early. There aren't very many people or cars out and about yet.

A tall, stocky man in a black suit holds open the back seat door. Chloe gestures for me to enter, which I do and scoot in towards the far seat. Lily follows me in. The man shuts the door, and Chloe climbs into the front passenger door. The man gets into the driver's side seat and starts the vehicle.

"James?" Lily calls out. As he looks back through the rear-view mirror, she taps at her ear with her index finger.

"Yes ma'am," he says, and obliges by putting in white earphones and begins driving.

***

"Okay, we can get started," Lily says as she turns to me. She nods at the tumbler, and I remember to take a drink.

"You are now in the service of Mistress Elizabeth," Lily states. "You'll be trained and conditioned in any manner that she deems necessary for you to fulfill your oath to her."

I looked at her blankly.

"She has designated you as

Lisa

so henceforth you will be identified and referred to as such.

"You will be deployed by her in whatever scenario she chooses," she continues, "and you'll do so without question. And always act in a manner that upholds her standards and reputation." I glance over at Chloe, who is head down, intently tapping on her tablet.

"Mistress Elizabeth is our mistress, obviously. You will be what we refer to as

Talent

. You'll meet other Talent soon enough when we get to Eden. Your role will be in the form of sessions with

Clients

, who we vet and arrange for you. And we have a faculty of

Servers

," Lily says, gesturing to Chloe up front. "You probably understand what they do.

"At all times will you adhere to our etiquette of respect and professionalism, especially while with Clients," Lily goes on. "You will refer to any superiors as

Mistress

or

Master

. For example, you may say

Mistress Elizabeth

or just

Mistress

.

"Anyone who is your equal in status should also be given the respect of

Mistress

or

Master

. Those below you," she gestures again towards Chloe, "can be called by their title or name.

Server Chloe

or

Server

or just

Chloe

. And she will call you

Mistress

in return."

I look in the rear-view mirror to gauge the driver's take on this, but the earphones seem to be effectively keeping him in the dark.

I feel my temper flaring. "

Deployed? Lisa?

What the

fuck

are you talking about? You're wanting me to crossdress? And then whore me out? You expect me to have sex with strangers?" I can see Chloe wince in her seat, but Lily remains unchanged.

"I

expect

you to do anything Mistress Elizabeth says for you to do," she replies coldly. "Yes, that may-- mostly like will, involve sex. But you're thinking about this in a simplistic way."

I shake my head.

"You said

yes

of your own accord. We are very explicit about that," she states.

"That was hardly binding last night. You drugged me!"

"We dosed your wine, but that didn't affect your cognition. And Serum 11 was more to test your limits. You agreed before that anyway." Lily leans towards me. "You were ready to do anything Mistress Elizabeth asked, weren't you? Be honest with yourself."

I open my mouth, but fail to come up with a retort. Lily lets out a soft snort and leans back. My mind is scrambled with shame. The SUV falls silent for a moment.

Lily exhales, and in a slightly softener tone says, "It's natural to have questions and concerns. Mistress will be able to provide answers more adequately than I."

I turn away and notice that we're parking in front of a tall brick building with large glass windows. The driver and Chloe quickly hop out, and he holds open my door. I nod at the driver, who remains stoic. He stays with the car as Chloe leads us to the double doors and opens them for us. We enter a gleaming white lobby and head to an elevator.

The elevator takes us up to the eighth floor. The doors open to a sitting area with a couch, some chairs and a table. Directly across from us are stairs leading up and down. The lighting is soft and soothing. The walls are painted dark green. The floor is concrete but there's a Persian rug centered under the seating. I can spy hallways on the left and right ends of the space. We head down the right hall. We turn a corner, and the hall reveals a series of doors along the wall.

We stop at the third door, and Lily holds a keycard to the handle. A green light pings, and I hear the sound of the lock turning. She hands the card to Chloe and enters.

I walk into what looks like a fancy hotel room. There's a bed, sofa, chair, desk, and some shelves on the wall. An orchid has been placed in the nightstand. The ceiling is lined with wood beams, giving the room some natural texture.

The lighting is also dimmer, and creates a relaxing aura. The walls are dark gray, with more framed art. The far wall is more exposed brick, and there's a large window obscured by dark blackout drapes. There's a plush rug between the bed and sofa.

"This will be your quarters," Lily says to me. "You'll have the liberty to change whatever to suit your taste. Color of the walls, art, furniture, whatever you like.

"For now, I suggest you freshen up and shower. Server Chloe, here," Lily turns to her, "is at your service. And she'll bring you to Mistress Elizabeth when you're finished." Chloe nods.

"I'll see you in a bit," Lily says to me, and then leaves.

***

I contemplate escape. Except Chloe is standing there observing me. She gestures towards an opening on the adjacent wall. I go into what has to be the nicest bathroom I've ever been in. Equally as luxurious as everything else I've seen here.

The walls are a darker gray geometric pattern wallpaper. The lighting emanates from recessions in the ceiling and from behind the vanity mirror. I notice a large mirror that leans against the wall. A jacuzzi tub and shower span the length of one wall, partitioned by a large pane of glass. There's no door into the shower, just an opening between the glass and the tiled wall.

"Mistress?" Chloe ventures softly. It's the first time I've heard her speak, and I almost forgot she was still in the room. I jump slightly at her sound. I'm also thrown off by her addressing me as

Mistress

.

"Um, y-- yes?" I answer.

"I'm to take your measurements," she says as she holds up measuring tape, like the kind that tailors use.

"Oh, uh, oookay." I don't think to ask why. There's a moment where neither of us move or say anything.

"Mistress?" she says.

"Uh huh?"

"You'll need to be," she shifts uncomfortably, "without clothes."

"Oh!" I react, feeling clueless. "So I just get naked. Here. And you'll be--" She responds by silently lowering her head slightly. Her eyes have yet to venture up past my chest.

I awkwardly strip off my clothes. I feel butterflies in my stomach. This is just a fucking weird. But honestly, just the latest in a series of fucking weird experiences.

Once I'm ready, Chloe moves in with the tape measure and works her way around my body. She periodically stops to log the numbers onto her tablet. She measures every curve and crevice. I fight the urge to cover up my privates with my hand as she measures the length of my dick. I let out a shaky breath.

To her credit, Chloe shows no reaction to any of this. Her face remains blank and unexpressive. "Thank you, Mistress," she says as she finishes up. "You're free to take a shower now."

"Okay thanks," I reply, relieved that it's over. She leaves the bathroom. I twist the lever in the shower, and the water begins to flow. When the glass begins to fog up, I step in.

The water hits me and feels refreshing on my skin. I lean my hands against the tile, and lower my head, letting water drip down my nose and chin. I try to let the events sink in.

It feels like I'm on the first day at a job. But also like I'm visiting a spa. But also like I'm having a medical exam.

I reflect back on the sex with Lily. Jesus, that orgasm! It already feels like a hazy memory. I can't believe that was real.

I remember that I'm supposed to see Elizabeth again soon. Hopefully I'll get some more answers. Weirdly, I find that I'm wanting to see her again. The thought of her feels reassuring. Something stabilizing in a sea of vast unknown.

I let myself enjoy the hot shower for a few more minutes, then shut off the water and step out. I'm startled to find Chloe standing there in front of the sink waiting for me! She jumps at my reaction as well.

My instinct is to reach for a towel, but I spot the towel on the sink behind her. "I-- I apologize for surprising you, Mistress!" she stutters. "But I'm also to groom you now."

"What do you mean?"

She quietly holds up a pink razor. I look down at my pubic hair. Oh. "Now?"

"The steam and hot water help open up your pores."

I sigh and nod my head quickly. She turns to a small box on the counter. She presses a button and white foam pours out into her cupped hand. Moving towards me, she kneels and begins to spread lather along my right leg!

Oh! She's shaving my legs?

I stand there, unsure what to do, and ultimately remain still and silent. The foam is warm and surprisingly pleasant. Chloe glides the razor along my leg. Then she repeats the process on my other leg until they're both smooth and bare.

She proceeds to lift my arm and apply the foam to my armpit. I'm normally pretty ticklish there, but I'm too uncomfortable to react.

After completing the armpits, she scans my chest. I'm not a particularly hairy person. I don't have chest or thankfully back hair. Her eyes lead down to my crotch, and she dutifully kneels back down in front of me. I fiddle with my arms, crossing them and placing them on my hips repeatedly.

"So Chloe," I begin, trying to break the tension, "how long have you been doing this?"

She pauses a moment before replying. "About two years."

"Okayyy ... um. They don't mistreat you or anything, right? Do you enjoy your job?" I immediately wince at the question, realizing the irony of her currently shaving my pubes.

"I do. Very much," she says, with no indication that she shares my cringe. "And they treat us all very well."

"Oh good. It seems--"

"Mistress--" she interrupts, "it is best for you to not make personal inquiries about me. And while I'm focusing on this sensitive task." We both glance towards my half lathered pubic area. I grimace and fall silent.

She works her way around my crotch. I'm instructed to place a leg up on the small bench so she can reach my taint. Then with her fingers, she delicately lifts my penis to apply more foam onto my balls. I suck in a breath. The warm cream feels great. More than I'm willing to admit. She gracefully pulls the skin on my balls taut to get a smooth surface to skim the razor over. It feels pleasant. To my horror, I feel myself getting aroused by the sensations!

Please, no! Don't do it!

But it's inescapable. My dick begins to harden! Chloe pauses the shaving.

"I'm so sorry!" I blurt out. "I couldn't stop it." I'm mortified at myself. My mind races to being chastised for violating a million HR policies, and getting chased out of the building.

"There's no need to apologize, Mistress," Chloe replies assuringly. "I'm glad to know that this is not unpleasant for you."

I sigh in relief. We remain silent for the rest of the grooming. She props up my cock with the top of her hand, while using her fingers to hold my balls in place. She uses the razor deftly in her other hand.

Soon, she places the razor on the counter. She squirts lotion out of a container, and begins to apply it all over the shaved areas. When she finishes, she stands up and says, "I have a change of clothes ready for you on the bed."

I nod quietly, and she backs out of the bathroom. I hear the front door open and shut. I run my hand along my leg, feeling the unfamiliar smoothness.

I head out to the bedroom, and unfurl the clothes that were neatly folded on the bed. They're just black leggings and a black tank top. I quickly don them, and step into white trainers that I find next to the door.

The clothes and shoes fit extremely well, as opposed to the loose fitting outfit I walked in with. Wow, she just measured me minutes ago. I'm impressed with Chloe's speed and efficiency.

***

I step out of the bedroom into the hallway. Chloe is dependably waiting next to the door. She bows and starts down the hallway. I follow in step behind her. She leads me up the stairs, one level. This floor's setup looks similar to the one we were just on. We turn down a hallway and around a corner to a wall of frosted glass. She opens a glass door, and invites me to enter. I find a small reception room, with a desk in front of another frosted glass wall.

Along the wall is a man in a tunic outfit identical to Chloe's. He's white, bald, and very fit. I'm guessing also in his early twenties. He glances over at us, but doesn't lift his eyes to make contact. He quickly returns his gaze forward and remains unmoving.

Sitting at the desk is Lily. She looks up from a laptop, and nods at me. "Good, you're here. Let's go in, shall we?" The man promptly opens a glass door for Lily and I to enter.

The room is large. Morning light streams in from the windows along a brick wall. I barely have a chance to absorb the setting when I hear--

"Welcome, welcome!" Elizabeth smiles, radiant. She stands up, and walks around to the front of her desk. Behind her are several monitors mounted onto the wall. On them is a simple color gradient with white, thin letters spelling out

EDEN

.

"I trust things have been going smoothly?" She looks to Lily, who gives a tight smile but stays quiet otherwise. Lily takes a seat in a chair facing Elizabeth, and I lower into the one next to her.

Elizabeth is wearing dark maroon pants with a pink blouse. She again has heels on, but they're tan colored boots. Her hair is still straight, brushed over to one shoulder.

"So--" Elizabeth looks at me expectantly, "I imagine you have some questions?"

I suddenly remember that I should be outraged. "I don't appreciate being tricked," I spit out.

Elizabeth's eyebrows raise. "Or being coerced into ... with her," I say as I nod over to Lily. Lily's mouth drops open.

Elizabeth seems unfazed. "Hmmm. You didn't enjoy yourself?" she asked.

"Well, that's beside--"

"You don't find her attractive?" She glances at Lily.

"That's not-- I ..." I'm flustered.

"You were expecting--" Elizabeth glances momentarily down at herself and then up at me. I open my mouth, but fail to find any words.

"I know." She smiles. "But I was already convinced about you. It was Lily who wasn't so sure. We needed to test you. To see how you perform."

I could feel my face getting red with embarrassment. "And now what? You want me to be a sex worker? You want me to be ...

Lisa?

" I gesture with my hands confused.

"We provide more than sex," Elizabeth's tone getting serious. "Anyone can fuck. We're providing something meaningful to people." Her eyes go distant for a moment.

"Our Clients ... we allow them to open themselves up to us. I mean

really

open up. They'll let you in on their darkest secrets. Their biggest fears. Their most secret shame. Reveal their most painful trauma. We allow them an opportunity to be themselves wholly. Completely. Withholding nothing. In ways they might not be able to in front of anyone else in their lives. Think about the level of intimacy that means. What you'll mean to them."