Chapter 13
Kidnapped
Next morning the three of them awoke. Elizabeth looked embarrassed. Last night she had not only had sex with a stranger, but given her slave to him. He must think they were a couple of sluts. Jane looked concerned, not knowing what was to happen to her. Would her mistress give her away to this young guy.
Mitch looked so happy his face might split.
'Could you get our clothes from the clothes store. Or, they might be where we had the make-over,' Elizabeth said.
She was trying to sound matter of fact, as though nothing had happened.
'I might not. I might keep you both, as my concubines. You won't need clothes then,' he said.
'Oh? I'm just a blond bimbo, don't know what a concubine is,' she cheekily said. At least the silly voice had gone, though she put one on to tease him.
'A concubine is a woman kept by a man, for his naughty delights,' he said, trying to be serious.
'When you did naughty things to us last night, did you make us yours? Is that why you get to keep us?' she said.
'That's right. You both need to be kept out of trouble,' he said, breaking off a laugh.
'We're just airheads, and can't think for ourselves. We're always getting into trouble, so your right, we need looking after. You're a big strong, clever man, so us silly little things should do as you tell us, sir,' she said.
She spoke in a girly voice, batting her new eyelashes at him. She put her head on one side, in an attempt to look coy and innocent.
'That's a good dumb blond, all you have to do is what I tell you,' he laughed.
She giggled along with him, while Jane stared at them with concern. Of course her mistress was playing around, but was she mimicking her? Was this what she looked and sounded like? She was a mature adult, dressed up like an airhead of a girl. How bad was that. She had been reduced to being a stupid, vacuous girl, of no consequence. She had no opinions, no objectives, except those given to her.
'Thank you sir, that is such a relief. This silly little airhead can't think with her little girly brain. She will have to do all that you tell her, sir,' she giggled.
'Breakfast might be a good start,' he teased.
'What then, sir. Will sir, use his concubine in naughty ways?' she grinned.
'Damn! Look at the time. I've got to get the store open. We get a rush of customers in, the people opening their own stores,' he explained.
Not bothering to cover his nakedness, he jumped out of bed. The women watched him dress, admiring his strong fit body. His tapered back, slim waist, and a cute bottom were of interest. They confirmed he had a pair of strong legs, already knowing so, from last nights' performance.
'Both Ronald and Clarissa will be in shortly, I'll ask them to drop your clothes in,' he hurriedly told them.
As best they could, the two of them washed in a small sink, meant for hand washing. The makeup was off, and the stupid voice gadgets were clear of their throats. With a comb and a brush, they managed to bring their hair into order.
'These outfits are dreadful. I don't want to be seen like this,' Elizabeth complained.
'Sorry, mistress, it's all my fault,' Jane said.
'Don't worry, it was a moment of madness, that's all. It was fun, and ended up well,' she reassured her slave.
Elizabeth looked at Jane, wondering why she had jumped into bed with that guy. She remembered feeling excited at the way men looked at her, when they walked through the mall. It wasn't anything to do with looking stupid. Maybe it was something to do with looking as though they were sluts and available. For a whole year the opposite was true, while working in the desert.
Everything had been tidied away and cleaned up, when Mitch came back in.
'Here's your clothes,' he said, and quickly went back to the customers.
They thankfully pulled decent clothes from the bags, and got dressed. Elizabeth was tempted to dump the garish outfits, but kept them. They walked into the coffee shop through the kitchen, as the rush of customers died down.
'A coffee before you leave,' he asked, with a bright smile.
'Listen. Last night was, well, unusual. OK?' Elizabeth awkwardly spoke.
'Forgotten! Well, maybe I'm lying. You know what I mean. A fresh day and a fresh start, OK?' he smiled.
'Good. We've got to go. Here's my number, give me a call,' she said.
She gave him a little smile, and he thought she looked hopeful.
'I will, promise. I want to get to know you better,' he said.
'Better than last night!' she teased.
'Different to that. I mean, you know what I mean,' he said.
'You just want us as concubines, pandering to your whims,' she goaded him.
'I want a proper date!' he scolded her.
'I'll phone you,' he said, and kissed her.
'I think Jane deserves a kiss too, after last night,' she rebuked him.
He had been ignoring Jane, not wanting to acknowledge they had sex. Unconsciously Elizabeth wanted to see how they reacted, and decide whether to be jealous or not.
He pecked her on the cheek. 'Thank you for last night. It was wonderful for me, I hope it was for you. Are you alright about it?' he quietly asked.
'Don't worry, I'm alright,' Jane smiled, and kissed him on the lips. 'If you decide to take on a sexy slave girl, let me know,' she said, and winked.
At the same time she nodded her head at Elizabeth, leaving him wondering if she meant both of them, or just Elizabeth.
A customer walked, in so they broke off their playfulness.
'The mid morning customers are arriving, I better get on with it,' he said.
