The Chambers House - Rm12 - Betty

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Sitting at the table beside the window, Amanda watched the sun play on a spoon. She touched the handle and watched it rock, causing the sun's reflection to dance on the curtains. Then she looked at Martin, who came toward her with something in his hands.

He set a cup of coffee and a small carton of creamer on the table. "There's a cup of coffee and some creamer." He paused and added, "Sorry, all I have is hazelnut."

Smiling, she thanked him, picked up the cup, and breathed in the steam. "Smells good."

"I only order the best."

Amanda picked up the creamer carton, examined it, opened the small lid, and sniffed. "You put this in your coffee?" she asked, her nose crinkling.

Martin nodded and laughed a little. "Yeah, I love it." Then he pushed his cup over to her and said, "Here, take a sip."

She looked at it, picked up the cup, sipped it, smiled, and took a larger gulp.

Martin could see that he was not getting his cup back, both by the way she was drinking it and the sly grin on her face as she did so.

"OK, I guess you like it, then."

They sat silently for a long time, drinking coffee and listening to what was happening in the house. Martin broke the silence first by asking the obvious question.

"Mandy, what happened? I am not complaining, but why are you here?"

She looked at him and smiled, then looked back at her coffee. "I felt pulled to the only person that I thought could help me, and then I woke up with you."

"Are you able to go back and forth, like before?"

Still staring at her coffee, she shook her head slightly, "I don't think so. I cannot feel or hear the other girls anymore." Then she looked at him, "You understand? We all had this connection to one another, we could see our thoughts, talk to one another, it was like that before. But now I cannot feel it."

Martin watched her as her focus drifted away from him, then back to her coffee. It felt like she had more she wanted to say, but he did not press her. She would talk more when she was ready.

"You need some clothes, don't you?"

She smiled, looked at the oversized shirt and boxers that Martin had loaned her, and nodded, "I suppose I will. Even if there are any clothes left in the house they would not fit in with your fashions today, I am sure."

Martin stood and walked over to his cell phone. He typed for a moment, then smiled at Amanda and said, "Let's see how this works out."

"What did you do?"

Setting his phone back down, he turned to his dresser and started putting on clothes. "I texted Tiffany and asked her to bring a couple of pairs of jeans and tops for you to try out now. She looked like she was about the same size as you."

Amanda looked around, then asked, "Jeans? Like the miners wear?"

"Oh... things have changed so much since you were around." He stepped closer and put his hand on her back, "Women, as you have seen already, wear slacks, tank tops, shorts, you name it."

She nodded, "I'm not sure."

"Listen, you will look more like an oddball if you wore your styles from your time than if you try to embrace the now."

She smiled, stood up, and hugged him. " OK, Marty. I will take your word for it and do this. Thank you."

Amanda's hug felt good; there was a warmth to her that he had not noticed before, and he could not help but feel a little stir in him at having her pressed against him, wearing only one of his shirts and still getting dressed.

Feeling his bulge growing, Amanda giggled, "Someone is waking up."

Looking down between them, Martin laughed, "Yeah, and I would love to let you take care of it, but Tiffany will be here any minute, and that is not something I want her to walk in on us doing."

Amanda winked at him and said, "Oh, why not."

"Mandy, she is like a sister to me. That would be..." He searched for the words, then settled on, "Embarassing."

Almost thirty minutes later, there was a quick knock on the door. Tiffany walked in and was surprised to see Amanda sitting at the table, looking at the tablet that Martin had given her.

"Hi Amanda, or should I say, Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great..."

Martin shook his head. " Okay, before it was not enough 'Greats'; now you're just being silly." He took the bag from her and walked over to Amanda.

Amanda smiled and said, "Amanda or Mandy is fine, Tiffany. Or should I call you Great..."

"OK, enough with the 'Greats' you two, you're both becoming a great pain in my ass."

Amanda and Tiffany laughed at him as he poured the things out of the bag and onto the bed. Tiffany had brought three pairs of jeans, two bras, two pairs of underwear, and three blouses.

Walking over to see what was on the bed, Amanda picked up one of the pairs of underwear and looked at it, "What is this?"

Tiffany blushed a little, "It's called a thong, I really did not have much else."

"And this is what ladies wear today?" Amanda asked herself, starting to blush.

"Uh huh." Martin and Tiffany both responded.

"Some women wear even less!" Tiffany added with a little laugh. "Do you want me to leave while you try them on?"

Amanda shrugged a little, "I don't care. I worked in a whore house, Tiffany, modesty is not something I had a lot of."

WIthout waiting, Amanda took off the boxers and slipped into the thong, and stood there a moment with a strange expression on her face, then wiggled her butt a little and looked at the both of them, "This feels strange."

"It will take a little getting used to, it did me!" Said Tiffany, laughing a little at the show Amanda was putting on.

Next Amanda picked up the bra and looked at it, "Is this for my breasts?"

Tiffany said "Yes, here, let me help you with it."

Tiffany helped her put it on and showed her how the clasps work: "This is what some of us call a 'front loader, 'meaning that the clasps are in front." Seeing that it was a little loose, she adjusted it, which only helped a little.

"It does not seem to hold me that well."

Martin interrupted, "Tiff, use my card and take Amanda on a little shopping spree, if you like. I want to go check some things out with the guys working on the last two rooms."

Tiffany looked at Amanda, "Hey, when the man paying the bills tells you to go out shopping, never say no." She handed Amanda the jeans and blouse, "Put these on and let's go."

Amanda put on the jeans, blouse, and shoes. Then she stood momentarily and said, "This all feels so strange, Tiffany." She looked for a mirror and asked, "Is there someplace I can look at myself?"

Looking around, Tiffany laughed, "This is a man's room, they don't keep mirrors, sweetie. But you look great, we just need to get you into clothes that fit better. You are about a size and a half smaller than me."

Hearing that, Amanda looked down at herself and then back at Tiffany, "Is that good?"

"Oh, yeah. You look great." Tiffany checked her pockets and added, "C'mon, let go."

Amanda looked back at Martin, who smiled. "You're in good hands. Have fun, and if you start to feel overwhelmed, let Tiff know, and she will let you take a break."

Amanda nodded, then followed Tiffany out the door.

As they walked through the house's back door, Tiffany was several feet ahead of Amanda when she realized that Amanda was no longer with her and looked back.

Amanda stood on the back deck, looking at the world and watching Tiffany return.

"Amanda, are you ok?"

Looking at Tiffany, Amanda nodded slowly. "Do you know how long it has been since I walked out here?" she said, more of a comment than a question. I see these strange machines on your roads, and the last time I was out here, there were carriages and horses."

Almost as if to punctuate her point, they heard the sound of a jet overhead. Both looked up at it as it passed thousands of feet above them. Then Amanda turned to watch a group of kids ride past on electric scooters.

"It's almost too much, Tiffany."

Reaching out and taking Amanda's hand, Tiffany reassured her, "Listen, if you are stuck here now, then this is your world too. You cannot live inside the rest of your..." She paused, trying to decide whether to finish the sentence, and then did: "The rest of your life."

Amanda smiled at Tiffany and said, "You are certainly right." Then she slowly descended the steps and followed Tiffany to her car.

"Is this your... carriage?" Amanda asked, looking at the small car.

Tiffany laughed, "It called a car, and yes, this is mine, but I should warn you that this probably goes much faster than anything you have ever experienced."

"Oh." Was her only response.

Tiffany showed her how to open the door, then, when Amanda took the seat, she showed her how to put on the seatbelt, explaining what it was and why it was necessary.

Amanda looked around at all the strange things in the car. "She did call it a car, right?" she asked herself, then thought, "I wonder if 'car' is a shorter way to say 'carriage'."

She jumped a little when Tiffany got in and watched her buckle up. "If I understand, the restraints are to protect you if we hit something. Is that right?"

"Yes, or if something hits us."

Amanda thought about this, then said, "I remember falling out of my father's carriage when I was very young."

"Yeah, not the same." Tiffany said, "In a carriage you might have been going five or ten miles an hour." She patted the dash, "My girl here can get up to one-hundred fourty miles an hour."

"How often do you get hit or are hit while driving this?"

Tiffany shook her head, "I've been driving for about fourteen years and have never had an accident."

When Tiffany started her car, Amanda jumped again and screamed. She had forgotten that she had turned up her music, and they were both assaulted by Imagine Dragons' song. Amanda looked like she was trying to get out of the car, searching for the lever to let her out.

Turning the music down and putting her hand on Amanda's knee, Tiffany smiled and said, "It's OK. I'm sorry... I should have told you about the engine noise, and I definitely forgot I had the music so loud."

Looking at the dashboard, Amanda asked, "That was music?"

As Amanda calmed down, she said, "OK, we're going to start moving now, OK?"

Amanda nodded, her hands clenched tightly between her legs. "How long will we be traveling?"

"The stores I want to take you to are about thirty minutes away, ok?"

She nodded and closed her eyes.

"Amanda, sweetie, don't close your eyes. If you start getting motion sick, that will only make it worse," Tiffany told her. Then she added, "Besides, this way, you will see how much your town has changed over the years."

They pulled out and took off.

Martin poured himself another cup of coffee, then looked around the room, realizing he had not heard from the Madam. She seemed to check in on him almost every day.

"Madam?"

After about thirty minutes, he tried again, and there was no response. Now, he was starting to worry.

"Martin?"

The new voice startled him a little, and when he turned around, he saw it was from Barbara.

It took him a moment, but then he said, "Good morning, Barbara." He looked around, then back at her, "Not that I am complaining, but to what do I owe the pleasure?"

She smiled weakly. "I wish my visit had been under better circumstances, but the rest of the girls were a little nervous about approaching you without the permission of the Madam, but that is the problem."

"What's the problem?"

She stepped closer. She was dressed very sharply, with a black dress that looked made of crushed velvet, blue inlays, and a high collar, nothing like the first time Martin had seen her.

"None of us have had any contact with the Madam for almost two days now." She reached up, touched her chest, and added, "Usually even if she does not check in, we can feel her presence somewhere."

"And now?" Martin asked, starting to feel some concern for himself.

Barbara shook her head. "Nothing. We all feel nothing, like she is no longer there."

At that moment, Zayna appeared in the room next to Barbara. "It is true; we feel nothing. Some of the girls are scared that something has befallen her, or that she found a way to move on without us."

Martin turned and looked at the wall--really, he was not looking at anything, but he just needed to focus. After a moment, he spoke quietly, "I have to think that whatever happened, she has a handle on it." He turned to Zayna and said, "Keep everyone calm, and let's keep going as planned, OK?"

After thinking, he added, "I think that we all know the Madam well enough to know that she would never abandon any of you, am I right?"

Zayna smiled sadly, exchanged glances with Barbara, and then looked back at Martin. "Yes, Martin, you are right. I do not believe she would leave us. I do believe that she stayed because of us." She paused a moment and continued, "OK, Martin. We will keep things calm and do what we can. Thank you."

Then they both disappeared, and Martin was, once again, alone.

Tiffany put the car in park and looked at her passenger, who had a death grip on the seat cushions.

"How are you doing, Amanda?"

Amanda looked at her. She was sweating and pale, "These go so quickly. You do this all the time?"

Tiffany laughed, "Oh honey, wait until you see when we are on a busy street. You would have a heart attack if we happened to be trying to get out of New York around rush hour."

Tiffany exited the car and walked around, opening Amanda's door and helping her out. Then she leaned over and said, "Listen, I think this is going to be awkward for you, so let me do most of the talking. If you hear something that you do not understand, ask me later, and I will explain."

"Do you go to this place often?" Amanda asked as they approached the door.

Tiffany nodded. "Yeah, and my Mom used to come here, too. I will warn you, though: If Crystal is here, she is a flirt. If she gets too touchy-feely, tell her to back off, and she will. She has been trying to get in my pants for years."

Amanda nodded and followed her into the first store. When she entered, she was overwhelmed. She had been to clothing shops before, but they had a small selection of premade items, and the rest had to be ordered or made for you.

Following Tiffany, she kept getting sidetracked by statues wearing clothes and the many images of women on the walls wearing different things. There were even images of women wearing nothing but undergarments that barely covered anything.

Amanda blushed when she saw some pictures and turned to Tiffany, who was looking for pants for her.

Tiffany asked Amanda, "Do you know what size you are?"

She looked at Tiffany with a lost expression and shrugged. "Madam always had someone fit us for our clothes; we never had to purchase them ourselves."

Turning toward the counter at the front of the shop, Tiffany called out to the young lady working there, "Excuse me, Crystal? Would you be able to measure my friend for me?"

A young black woman with long beaded hair walked over, "Certainly, what are you looking for today?"

Tiffany pointed to Amanda, "Amanda recently lost a lot of weight and is now looking for some fun clothes and maybe some nice nightwear to show off to her boyfriend."

The girl looked at Amanda and smiled. "Hello, Amanda. I am Crystal. Congratulations on losing weight, girl. You look great."

She looked at Amanda briefly and then walked around her, saying, "Okay, let's go back to the changing area so that I can get all your measurements, sugar."

As they all walked back, Tiffany could not help noticing how Crystal could not stop looking at Amanda's ass.

"Uh oh." She thought to herself.

When they got back to the fitting area, Crystal asked Amanda, "Would you be comfortable stripping down to your underwear for me?"

Nodding, Amanda removed her pants and top and stood there in her underwear after a couple of moments.

Crystal started her work, measuring Amanda's Bust and waist, then looked up at her, "Boyfriend, Huh?"

Amanda nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Too bad." Crystal said, "You could be the cream in my coffee any day."

"Pardon me?" Amanda asked, blushing all over her body.

Tiffany said, "Amanda is a little shy about these things. She's new to the area and has a conservative family."

Amanda was amused by the attention she was getting; it made her feel special. However, she also noticed that Crystal took her time with several measurements. When she measured Amanda's bust, Crystal ran her fingers across her nipples several times, and the material of the bra she was wearing did nothing to hide the fact that they had hardened.

She felt herself blushing again, looked up at Tiffany, and was relieved she was not looking. It looked like she was looking at her phone and looked concerned.

"Is everything OK?" She asked.

Tiffany looked up at her, "I'm not sure, I am going to go outside and return Martin's call, I might be a few."

Crystal bent over and started measuring Amanda's inseam, and as she brought her hand up with the tape measure, she slowly and deliberately brushed the front of her panties, watching her reaction as she did so.

Amanda shivered, looked down at the woman, met her gaze, and smiled.

"Did that bother you?"

Shaking her head, Amanda whispered, "I am not sure why, but I am very sensitive right now, like all my body is waking up."

"Hmmm" Crystal said as she continued to run her finger along the slight crease that was formed by the slit beneath the fabric.

Amanda closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt her knees wobble. "Why was her body so sensitive right now?" She thought to herself. "Why was she letting this happen?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Crystal asked, still looking up at her.

Amanda shook her head without thinking, almost like something else was controlling her. Then she felt a hand pull the front of her underwear to the side.

"Oh my, the carpet matched the drapes, I got me a true red-head."

Amanda giggled, and then they both heard Tiffany coming back in. Crystal returned to measuring just as she walked in.

"Hey there, you two doing OK?" She asked as she walked into the small changing area.

"I'm just finishing up now. I have a few ideas for Amanda, and we should be able to send her out of here with a smile on her face and a new set of clothes." Crystal stood and looked at Tiffany. "What were we looking at for today?"

Tiffany looked at the young woman standing on the pedestal, thought about it for a minute, and then said, "Let's not get out of here with anything less than five pairs of jeans, a couple of pairs of slacks, four bras, enough panties to keep her good for a while, and maybe eight blouses." After a moment, she added, " Let's also look at a couple of casual and playtime nightwear items."