Anya walked into the front door of Vorhees Spa with her breath caught in her throat. It was less of a door as it was a grand entrance, two doors even, overly large with crystal clear windows on all sides, and an entryway that was the size of the entire first floor of the home she shared with her children. Once inside, she paused to take in the view before her. There was a large center hall, rectangular in shape, with two large marble staircase winding up either side. The floors were dark wood, probably black walnut that was custom installed if she was eying it right. Luke had been a woodworker and had always been bringing in raw lumber of some sort or the other to work with on his off days. There was a plush Persian rug in the center, and curvy, Victorian bits of furniture here and there in the opulent entryway.
Mr. Hughes walked in behind her, her jacket and purse in hand as he set her suitcase on the ground. Her eyes went to his face, she had no idea how to proceed from here, but he seemed, of course, to know exactly when a dainty woman with red hair would enter the room, because he was already handing over Anya's things. Anya wanted to follow, but Mr. Hughes began to speak to a black haired woman who entered from the opposite direction, similarly attired as the first, receding woman was, in a black, calf-length A-lined dress and white apron.
"Shi, please let me introduce Anya MacTiernen, she is our guest. Please show her to her room so that she might change into something more comfortable." Mr. Hughes spoke and the woman nodded before moving her brown eyes over to her new charge.
Anya felt self-conscious as the woman, tall and narrow, with a thin nose and plump, wide lips looked her up and down for a moment before nodding again and walking over to her.
"Hello, Ms. MacTiernen. It is a great pleasure to meet you. Please, let me take you to your room to freshen up. You will meet Mr. Hughes on the back patio when we are finished. I am Shi, and I will be at your disposal during your stay, as will Deandra, the woman who took your things, and Mr. Hughes, of course."
"Th-thank you, Shi." Anya gave her a soft smile and sending Mr. Hughes a last look before allowing herself to be led up the staircase on the left and farther into the large mansion.
His words in the car had been foreboding, and her skin tingled with excitement and fear, worried that she would be unable to handle what these people, if that's what they were, intended to do to her, was she the submissive that Mr. Brinker had assured her that she was? Hard pressed to find a man not willing to give her the proper fucking she desperately needed? The very idea was overwhelming. She'd only been with three men, well, now four, if an incubus counted as a man, which it sure had felt like he did. Now, here she was in a place apparently where she might be expected to have sex with anyone she saw. Her pussy seemed to dance and clap loudly at the idea. That was most definitely not what she had meant when she had told Mr. Brinker that she wanted a proper fuck.
"This is your room. Only you and Mr. Hughes will have a key. Deandra and I will wait to be summoned before we enter from now on." Shi said as she pushed open a heavy oak door and they walked into a high ceilinged room with huge bay windows overlooking the back of the property, which would get the evening sun instead of the morning.
Anya walked inside and saw Deandra transferring the items in her suitcase to a dresser, hanging the few items that would wrinkle, and finally, disappearing into another room with her bathroom items. The bed in the room was king sized, which she expected, everything about this place seemed huge. The bed itself was actually quite magnificent, a four-poster bed in dark wood to match the floors. There was a billowy white sheer curtain that could be drawn around all sides, and a thick canvas laid over the top of the bed. Whoever was lying on the bed could be fully removed from the light if they so chose, she thought as she walked towards the bed and put a hand on the mattress, it was firmer than it looked, but the blankets were down and quite soft.
"The bathroom is through there," Shi indicated the door where Deandra had walked, "There is a sitting room through this door. The key for that room is on your desk. You will be the only one to have that key."
Anya nodded, understanding what Shi was insinuating. She would be allowed to be alone while she was here, it seemed. If she was too scared, she apparently was being given a refuge.
"Come, Deandra is drawing you a bath. It should be about ready." Shi stepped towards her and Anya frowned, these women were going to bathe her?
Shi let a soft smile light her face, "Mrs. MacTiernen-."
"Please call me Anya."
"Anya, this is our job, please let us be of use to you." Shi gently motioned towards the bathroom and Anya hesitantly went towards the room, "I am told you are a mother of several children?"
"Four. I have four children." Anya told the woman.
Shi smiled wider, "Then, my dear Anya, you deserve all the pampering that we can give."
Inside the bathroom, Anya saw a large oval tub that practically took up an entire wall underneath the very low hanging window, a glass shower on the other side, a sink and a toilet between. Deandra was by the tub, turning off water that had been pouring to fill it. The tub was full and smelled of vanilla and was overflowing with bubbles. She hadn't even realized that Shi was unzipping her slacks until she looked down at feeling them being tugged off.
Anya started to help undress herself and felt another moment of self-consciousness as the two women who were apparently here to serve her removed her clothing and guided her over to the bath tub. Stepping into the hot water, she sank down and closed her eyes with a sigh. The tub in her house wasn't very large, and she didn't enjoy taking a bath in it due to her size. She had never wanted her husband to catch her naked in it, so she'd preferred to shower instead. Now, she was fully covered with the bubbles and the hot water lapped above her breasts. Anya jerked for a moment when the quiet woman, Deandra, began to scrub at her skin with a sponge, but she relaxed again at Shi's insistence and eventually let the women do what they intended.
A short time later, she was out of the bath, her wet hair toweled enough to stop the water from drenching the silk robe that she had been dressed in and her skin lotioned, not with a scented lotion, but with an oil that smelled mildly of coconut and grass. Deandra had stayed in the bathroom to clean the tub while Shi had walked Anya back into her bedroom.
"We must go downstairs and meet Mr. Hughes now." Shi motioned for the door.
