Author's note: There is a scene in this which is based on something which actually happened to me. I'll let you guess which one.
She who receives the most timetable edits wins... or something...
I thought to myself Saturday morning when I received yet another timetable edit. There was still no cock sucking or Mandarin class in the morning, but Remedial Mandarin was listed for both the afternoon and evening study periods. So did this mean Lilly was gone? Would I get my night out tonight and was the remedial Mandarin sessions related to that?
night out means fucking, love,
David had said. What, he couldn't wait until the evening?
The last period before lunch was deportment. When it finished my classmates headed off to the meal hall, but I took a detour to the toilets. Between you and me, I kinda needed to do a number two and wanted to get that done before I ate. David caught me by the elbow before I got there.
"Thought we could get a start on things now," he said. Just how desperate was he to get laid?
"Lilly left?"
"Last night."
"She sign the paperwork?"
"This way," he led me down the corridor where his office and lab were, and into his office. I supposed that it really wasn't any of my business if Lilly had signed the divorce paperwork or not. I'd already fucked him once while he was married, did it make so much of a difference if I did so again? Maybe not, but it sure felt like it did. There's a huge difference between knowing and not knowing something.
"You need to put some clothes on." David shut the door of his office behind us.
"Excuse me!" I was wearing a crop top and shorts, and was the most dressed I'd been since being stripped of my PJs on the first day. "If your spicy cock sucking game had a nun's habit on offer, I would have gone for that!"
"Good to know," David said with a chuckle and a wink, "but I wasn't criticising, just we're going for a little drive. Put this on." He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a t-shirt. I shrugged it on.
"Please don't tell me you have any kind of nun fetish."
"My love, there's something you need to understand. I'm a very perverted man." There was a teasing note to his voice and I rolled my eyes.
"Where are we going?" The need for me to appear dressed suggested that we'd be passing people who weren't involved with the academy. It was a chance of escape. "Is this the night out you promised?"
"Yes, but I thought we could hang first. You know, grab some lunch, chill, then get ready together."
"Hang? Chill? Are those codes for fucking?"
"Not unless you want them to be. Oh, one more thing. Blindfold." He held up what looked a bit like an eye mask.
"Oh, you'd enjoy that," I teased him.
"Can't have you seeing where we're going." Of course not. He placed the blindfold over my eyes. Plunging me into... well, not quite darkness. More like a reddish-tinged-not-able-to-see-anything-ness.
There was a knock at the door and David gave whoever it was permission to enter.
"She's ready," he said.
"The rest of the school is at lunch," a male voice said. "We'll take you down to the car park now." It seemed David didn't want others to see me led away wearing a blindfold. Did those others include the student, teachers, or both? David guided me as we walked and the blindfold was effective at causing me to lose my sense of direction. At one point we stopped and I heard a slight ding.
"We're going into a lift now," David said. A good thing too as otherwise I would have gotten an awful fright when the floor dropped away. I hadn't seen any lifts in the academy.
We exited the lift. The air here was cooler and our footsteps had a bit of an echo to them.
"It's this one," David said. There was a slight whistle to my right.
"Nice," the man said.
"Hope the missus doesn't smash this one up too!" Another man's voice to my left teased.
"Don't even remind me!" David groaned. "Sit her in the middle, you two either side." There was the sound of car doors opening and I was guided into the back seat with one man on either side of me. The car had that new car smell. The seats were leather and that's about as much as I could make out about it. The engine started and the car pulled out of the park.
"I'm going to put some sunglasses on you," the man sitting to my right said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Bosses orders." I felt the glasses slide on over the blindfold. I thought about it a moment and guessed it was just to disguise the blindfold from anyone we happened to drive past.
There wasn't much to say about the journey. I was blindfolded. Guarded from both sides. Of course David would take precautions to prevent me from escaping, but that didn't mean I wouldn't have a chance later.
Time runs differently when you're blindfolded, so it was hard to know just how much time had passed. Eventually, I felt the short forward and backwards motions of a car backing into a car park.
"Here we are," David said.
"Do I have to keep on my blindfold?" The sunnies would disguise it hidden in a car, but might not if we walked past someone.
"For now," he answered. So we weren't likely to run into anyone. Or he was just chancing his luck. I was led only a few steps away before we paused. "Waiting for the lift," David explained. It came and we got in. We went up, it was hard to feel how far, before it stopped and there was a ding. I was led out into a room where the air felt fresh and cool.
"We can take this off now." Hands removed the sunnies then the blindfold and I blinked a few times at the bright light which hit my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted I saw we were inside an apartment. The lift had left us on a small entrance landing straight off to the side of a spacious lounge. To the left of me was a huge telly and an L-shaped sofa. There was also a small hallway off to the left, behind the lounge which led to what I assumed was the front door. On the far side of the lounge, facing me, was a very nice-looking kitchen. To my right was a nook with a dining table, and most of the wall on the right-hand side was floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to an amazing view of treetops.
"Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?" He kicked his shoes off, then turned right. Following him, there was a hallway to our right, along the glass wall, which led away from the kitchen. Partway down this hallway was another little nook with a bar set up. David walked behind the bar and opened the fridge. Was he trying to get me drunk? But no, I soon saw there wasn't any alcohol in the fridge. David chose a tin of iced coffee, and I grabbed a bottle of sparkling lychee drink, in part because a bottle could become a weapon, if needed.
"Thought I'd make us some lunch," David said as he headed back to the kitchen.
"Do you live here?" It was a fair assumption, but I wasn't entirely sure. The place looked like a showhome. No clutter. Nothing personal. Immaculately clean. The furnishings were all modern and looked brand new. There wasn't so much as a memo pad on the fridge.
"Sure, why not?"
"Well, it doesn't look like anyone actually lives here."
"I'm not here that often." David stepped into the kitchen but one of the guards stopped me when I went to follow him. "Sorry," David said, "You're not allowed in here. Too many knives. Why do you think it looks like no one lives here?" David opened the fridge and began taking some vegetables out of it.
"It's too... clean..." Clean wasn't quite the right word.
"It's important to be clean. Besides, I have a cleaning lady."
"Not just that, but there's nothing... like, where is the pile of mail sitting on the sideboard, or your keys you dumped down in a hurry, or the book you were reading and left out--"
"Meh. Clutter." But this was more than no clutter and cleanliness. He'd pulled out a chopping board and begun chopping up vegetables. He appeared to be cooking for me. Like, right proper cooking. I'd never really thought about it, but if I had I would probably have pegged him as a guy who lived on takeaway when he didn't have a woman to cook for him, so this threw me off a little as well.
I began wandering around the apartment. David didn't object, but one of the guards followed me.
"There's no photographs," I said.
"And?"
"Normal people hang photographs of their loved ones on the wall. Or stand them on the sideboard."
"Ah, yes. That's a habit you humans have."
"Oh, right. I forgot. You're not human, you're God. You just happen to look exactly like a human." I rolled my eyes.
"No. You look like me. God made humans in his image, no?"
"Whatever you say." I had made my way to the hallway which led to the front door. The guard who was following me around was following at a distance. I didn't see a deadbolt on the door, I might have a chance of escape. Of course, I might not get very far. Place this fancy might have lifts which need access cards, and that was just supposing I could get to a lift and close the door before the guard caught me. But I might see someone else. I might find a door to bang on and scream for help. I might have a better chance later to escape, which I could blow if I got caught now. But then, this could be the best chance I had. I looked down the hallway again and saw a small door off to the side. An idea struck me and I put my drink down.
"Mind if I use the loo?" I asked.
"Down that hall, the door on the left," David answered. I was right! It was a toilet. This gave me an excuse to go down the hallway, get a closer look at the door and see if the guard followed me. Once he saw I was actually going to the loo, he might be less suspicious. When I came out, I could attempt an escape. Or not, depending on what things looked like closer up.
"Thanks!" I walked down the hall and the guard, while keeping an eye on me, didn't follow me down. I inspected the front door, as much as I could, as I walked down the hallway. There was something not quite right about it but I just couldn't put my finger on what. I was now level with the door to the loo and I paused to take one last look at the front door before heading in. There was no chain to undo. No deadbolt requiring a key. No... no handle! That's what was off about it.
"Kassandra!" David called out from the kitchen and I looked back over my shoulder to him. "Just in case going to the bathroom is a ruse, you won't be able to escape via the front door."
"Oh?" I tried to keep my face innocent.
"Biometric controls, the pad to the left. Only I can open it." Bugger! Well, that decided my plans.
