Gala had seen her fair share of odd things in her 15 years as a real estate agent, some things that she hoped to never see again! She was very good at her job and took pride in finding the perfect property for each of her customers. She still got excited when she got a new listing. It was like a really expensive scavenger hunt to find everything they wanted; and she got it for them. She went out of her way to please her clients.
The alarm went off that morning and Gala awoke with a sense of excitement; she had picked up a new property that was pretty much ready to go as is. It was a rather secluded two story Victorian that had been loved by the previous owner and it showed. Gala had basically just sent her crew out to do a little landscaping, change the locks, and do a bit of cleaning, and was assured that it was ready to show to perspective buyers. She was meeting with one today.
She jumped in the shower, fixed her hair, which was a glorious shade of auburn, that at age 42 still did not have a strand of gray in it, put on what little makeup she did wear, and picked out a nice business suit, and heels.
Gala loved the way she looked and took pride in her looks and body, working out and watching what she ate. She always had; eating the right foods, never smoking or drinking too much, even in school. She had graduated high school a virgin and never really dated much, even though she had had plenty of offers.
She had dated her ex-husband for six months before she finally gave in and had sex with him and after two years finally agreed to marry him. The marriage was a short lived experiment in futility. As soon as the I Do's were said, he began to demand more and more from her in the way of sexual favors. Gala knew other women did those things but she just didn't believe she was made for sex.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex exactly, but it just wasn't a top priority to her and it showed in the way she had treated her husband. Joseph had started to cheat within the first year of marriage and Gala honestly hadn't cared. It took the responsibility away from her. When he finally asked for a divorce, Gala had felt nothing but a sense of relief. She had met a few nice men since, but after a few times of having sex, they would always find a reason to break it off.
Two years later and she was happier than ever, no sexual responsibilities to anyone. She took care of herself when the need arose. She was sure that people assumed she lead some sort of "secret" life. A few colleagues had joked around that with a body like hers, she was made to play and that her prudish attitude had to be a cover up.
Gala was an impressive looking woman. She had rather large breast with a narrow waist that flared out to the perfect sized hips and an ass she knew was fantastic; just because she didn't care what men thought, didn't mean she didn't notice all the looks she got. She had long legs, too long for Gala's taste because it made shopping for skirts more difficult. They were always a bit too short and the blouses always a little too tight across her large breasts. And she absolutely refused to spend that much money getting everything she bought altered.
Gala grabbed her briefcase and purse as she run out the door, jumped in her car and headed out to meet her new client at the property. She had canceled all of her appointments for that day as the property was about an hours drive out of town and she didn't want her client to feel rushed since the property was quite extensive with a few smaller outlying structures; one that was padlocked and that she had told her crew not to open. She thought it might be fun to open it with the new client and had made sure she had bolt cutters in her trunk.
Gala turned off the highway onto a small, well maintained drive that was almost a mile long itself, and pulled up behind a not so beautiful classic Camaro. A gentleman in his mid 50's stepped out of the car. Gala first noticed his clothing, which were not exactly what she was used to seeing her clients in. He had on jeans, and not new or fashionable, a tee-shirt and a leather jacket with Converses. Really? A mid-life crisis maybe? He better not be wasting her time!
As Gala approached the man, she began to get a clearer look at his face. She wasn't sure if it was the two years of self imposed celibacy or what, but DAMN, this man was sexy, and not in a way that was Gala's "usual type", as if she had enough experience to have a "type".
He was unshaven, but not to the point of looking unkempt and had a head full of thick salt and pepper hair. Gala felt a tingle run down her spine that stopped her in her tracks, as it took a second to get over the shock of a totally new sensation.
"Are you okay?" he asked. The look on his face all but shouting that he knew exactly what was wrong with her. His voice sent another small shiver down her spine and Gala became even more confused.
Gala reached out and grasped his hand and was surprised at how steady her voice was when she answered him, "I'm fine. I assume you are Mr. Alexander? Pleased to meet you. I am Gala Sanders".
"Please, call me Dorian and trust me, the pleasure is all mine". Again, that voice! When a woman had called to set up the appointment, Gala remembered thinking of The Picture Of Dorian Gray and wondered if her client had given his soul away. Now she wasn't sure hers wasn't the one in danger, especially the way his eyes seemed to darken when he looked at her.
Gala gave herself a mental shake, and cheerfully said, "Well Dorian, lets begin our tour. As you can see the property is quite extensive. Do you want to look at the out buildings first or inside the house? But as I stated in our last email, there is one outbuilding that is locked and I have no idea if it contains anything at all, but I brought tools so you can cut the lock". Gala was sure she was more curious to see what was in it than he was and hoped he chose it first.
Dorian bowed low and with a sweep of his hand, said, "Then by all means lets begin and see what secrets I can unlock." For some reason Gala got the impression that he meant more than just the outbuilding and another delicious shiver slid down her spine.
She went back to her car and got the bolt cutters and handed them to Dorian and began walking toward the back of the house. When they got to the door, Gala stepped aside to give Dorian room to cut the lock. He made quick work of it and slowly pushed the door open.
