“Lacy, you have a phone call on line 1.”
Since her vision was still off focus she had to squint to read the clock on the wall.
Thinking out loud she said, “Who would be calling 10 minutes till closing?”
Picking up the receiver she punched the button to open the line. “Lacy Clarke speaking. How can I help you?”
Speaking that greeting had become second nature to Lacy. So much so she often answered her home phone that way. Her family joked with her about needing a vacation. But as exhausting as her accounting business was she did enjoy her work.
An all to familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. Shivers streaked down her spine and her heart raced. Him!!
“As soon as you get off work go straight to the Country Inn. Tell the front desk man you are with the Watson party. He will give you a key to room sixty nine and a white envelope. Do not open it till you get to the room. You will have 20 minutes to do everything necessary. A car will be ready when you are done. And do not be late” There was warning in his tone that left no room for argument.
“But…,” still she tried to protest but was cut off by a click and the rude silence that followed.
“Cocky Bastard!” Now what? She had made plans with one of her co workers tonight. Should she cancel with Stacy or blow him off? Either option would leave someone disappointed. It had been a month since the last time she saw him. Every time she made plans he would suddenly make himself known again. Knowing she would do as he said without question. She hated the way he made her loose control. But when she was with him she never felt more alive. Their encounters always left her craving more.
She hesitated as she grabbed the phone. Before she could change her mind she called Stacy and lied her way out of the evening.
Shutting down her computer she grabbed her purse and keys and locked her office up. The Country Inn was only about two miles away so she knew she would make it there with plenty of time to spare.
***
The room was impressive. Beige walls with dark mahogany furniture. She stopped to look at the intricate patterns etched into the wood of the armoire. Tracing her fingers along the lines. A plaid couch and loveseat sat opposite the armoire, an end table in the middle. By the window was a table with a bouquet of roses in the center. A picture of a mountain scene hung over the overstuffed king size bed. She noticed a small box laying in the center of the bed. Walking over to it she ran her fingers along the top of the box. A red ribbon tied it closed with a little note saying to open the envelope first. She wanted to know what was inside but she obeyed. The letter still unopened in her hand intrigued her as much as the contents of the package. She opened it and pulled out the sheet of paper. Unfolding it she began to read the instructions.
"On the bed there is a package for you. But first I want you to go into the bathroom and shower. All your washing needs will be in there for you. When you are finish do your make up and hair the way I like it. Only then can you open it. There is a note inside the box explaining the rest. Remember you have 20 minutes."
Lacy neatly folded the letter back up and replaced it in the envelope. Looking at the box one more time, she reluctantly headed to the bathroom, pouting a little as she went. After getting the temperature right she stepped into the warm spray; it helped ease the tension in her neck and shoulders a lot. On the ledge was a pink bar of soap. Lifting it to her nose she inhaled deeply. Roses, her favorite flower. She lathered the poof till the soap was a soft foam. She enjoyed the way it felt on her skin. Soft and silky running between her breast, down her abdomen. Feeling it flow lower still, tickling and enticing as it made its way down. Lacy hadn’t realized till then how much she needed an intimate touch. Just the feel of the soap had her weak in the knees and ready to melt into a pool of hot skin. Damn she was horny!
Clearing her head she hurried up and finished shampooing and rinsing off. Stepping out of the shower, the air conditioned room sent goose bumps racing over her flushed skin. Her nipples constricted painfully to hard peaks, making her even more aroused. Grabbing the stiff, coarse fabric she roughly dried off, hoping it would take her mind off the building need. Wrapping in the towel she applied her makeup. She let her platinum blonde hair lay long and wet so it would air dry into ringlets. She hated it that way but it was what he wanted, so she let it go. She searched through her purse till she found the French perfume he bought her. Two squirts and she replaced it. Unable to wait any longer she practically ran to the bed. Untying the ribbon she gently removed the lid to the box. She gasped when she saw the corset.
Shiny leather the color of coal reflected her pale shocked face. Black lace traced along the edges and provided the cups for the breasts. The crotch with its three hook closure had a small opening in the front. It looked so small in the box, too small in fact. There was no way she could fit in that thing. With a trembling hand she ran her fingers down the cool material. So smooth , so sexy, so… not her. A zipper ran the length of the back with three closures at the top. So unsure but so anxious she tried it on. She almost giggled when she got the last closure fitted and looked in the mirror. It fit like a glove, like it was hand tailored just for her. The corset was tight in all the right places with enough room for flexibility. The rough lace scrapped her already sensitive nipples hardening them once again. The leather caressed her skin when she walked sending exquisite sensations everywhere. She moaned as the opening of the crotch rubbed against her jeweled clit when she moved. She was going to go insane by the end of the night.
Going back to the bed she lifted the tissue paper in the box and retrieved the other note. Opened it and read it.
"You're beautiful. I know that without even seeing you in it. In the closet there is a dress, shoes and a small box on the top shelf. You know what to do. See you in a few minutes."
Lacy looked at the clock. By her estimate she only had about 5 minutes left to get ready. She couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted so badly to touch herself. To end this burning ache. If he found out she did that he might cancel the entire evening. She knew better to then to cross him so she did the only thing she could think of. She went to the closet. The dress was beautiful. Crimson red with sparkling bead work. The halter top dress had a hi-low hem that flowed free and loose. Beneath it was a pair of three and half inch heel sandals with rhinestone straps. It was too much. She wanted to cry. She would probably do that later.
She put the dress and shoes on and remembered the box on the top shelf. The shoes helped elevate her enough to reach it. Pulling it down she opened it. She did cry then. Resting on a felt lining a shimmering diamond necklace with a pear shaped ruby stared up at her. The matching earrings resting in the middle were just as breathtaking. With shaking hands she put them on and went to the mirror. The corset, hidden under the dress had gotten warmer now. That didn’t stop the sensations flowing from it. Running her hands down her slender hips round to her back side she twisted and turned while inspecting herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. Her hair was still damp but beginning to bunch up. Her modestly applied makeup highlighted her blue eyes and perfect lips. The dress did her cleavage justice… or maybe it was the corset. She didn’t even know she had cleavage. The low hem line of the dress wasn’t overly long. Slightly shorter then she liked coming to a stop barely above the knee. Whereas the high line of the dress came almost to crotch level. She would definitely have to keep her legs closed tonight.