Have you ever had palpitations? When you truly believe that your heart is about to jump right out of your chest? I put my hand on my left breast and felt the thumping behind my ribs. All Zoe had done was to reach out to take my hand but my body seemed to be in the act of surrendering, totally. Justyna came to our table and kissed me in traditional style. She whispered in my ear.

“Be strong Suzy, remember, I lof you.”

I bowed my head and let myself be led away. The taxi was right outside the door. A gleaming black Mercedes. The driver opened the doors for us. Blonde, in uniform, beautiful. She reminded me of the girl with the daffodils on that canal boat on it’s way back from the flower market. That was now a lifetime ago, everything was moving so fast. The car was luxurious, the scent of leather, cool air from the little vents in the door-panels. The doors made a funny click and I guess that the driver had locked them, and then we were off. The tyres made a strange sound as the car ran along the tram lines. Bicycles criss-crossed our path. We were on Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal (don’t ask), it’s the street where the old men in their long black coats and tall black hats with their battered bicycles sell their rare stamps.Now we were way from the center and heading West and along faster roads.

Suddenly Zoe leaned forward and pressed a button beside her seat and a dark glass screen rose up, separating us from the driver.  Then she turned to me and spoke for the first time since leaving the bar.

“Take off your panties.”

Looking back, the incredible thing is that I did not hesitate. I slid forward a bit, reached under my dress and pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them off. I bent to pick them up.

“Give them to me Suzy.” Zoe said, “now your bra please.”

Well, you know what shape I am and so I normally wear a bralette just to conceal my nipples.

“Here, let me help you.” Zoe said and I turned away to let her undo the buttons at the back of my dress. Some twisting and turning and the silly little elasticated top eventually emerged from one of the arm-holes. Zoe buttoned me back up and sat back, putting my underwear in her bag. Were we channelling ‘The Story of O’ here? I had hated that story for its dark cruelty but the the book had begun that way, as O was being prepared for her arrival at Roissy.

I thought hard about Justyna and tried to be strong. We drove on in silence. I knew the obvious questions of every car passenger, I knew there was no point is asking where exactly we were going. I guessed that the prolonged silence was there to increase my anxiety about what awaited me. Well, it was working. I tried to concentrate on the view from my window, hoping to see some landmark that might help me understand where we were going. The roads widened and we accelerated to the correct 50 km per hour that everyone in the Netherlands obeyed.

I watched as Zoe reached into her bag. She drew out a long strip of black cloth and told me to lift my head and the cloth covered my eyes and I was blind and my body was simply going crazy. I was getting so wet. I was now a permanent resident in my most enduring fantasy. My legs were crossed and I could feel my skin becoming all goose bumps. Then I felt the car turning, there was the crunch of gravel and the car slowed to a stop.

“Stay here Suzy.” Said Zoe.

I waited, silence except for the sound in my ears of my blood rushing so fast. The car door was opened and someone took my arm and helped me out. There was fresh air, on my face, the wind in the trees rustling the leaves, a crow was repeatedly cawing in the distance and I shivered.  Someone took my arm then I heard Zoe’s voice.

“Six steps.” she said and led me forward. Cautiously I moved my foot forward and felt the bottom step, then it was easy. A key was turned in a lock and I was led inside and the door was closed and everything was quiet. There was a faint smell of cigar smoke. My blindfold was removed and my first sight was of vast staircase, a polished wood floor and there at the foot of the stairs stood Jenneke.

“There you are, the girl with the big brown eyes, welcome to my home.” Jenneke's smile totally melted me as I stood before her in my little summer dress.

“Lift your skirt,” She said and I did.

“Good girl, now turn around."

I could actually feel those piercing blue eyes examine my bare bottom.

“Lovely Suzy, now Zoe will show you your room. We’ll meet in the study for drinks in, say, one hour?”

Following Zoe up the stairs, I made no attempt to cover myself for I was starring in the most erotic dream of my life. Jenneke’s house was beautiful, the walls were lined with framed photographs, paintings and beautiful tapestries. We walked along a passageway, and then a door and Zoe guided me into a lovely bedroom. It was huge. She put my bag in a chair and opened the curtains and light flooded in and suddenly I felt safer. I felt protected. Told myself I had not been kidnapped for God’s sake. I was here for a sexy weekend photo shoot, that’s all.

“Take a shower please Suzy, you’ll find everything you need.”

Zoe opened the wardrobe and took out a pure white camisole top. Simple, spaghetti straps and pure silk. It must have cost a fortune.

“Please wear this when you come down Suzy, and of course nothing else.”

A dazzling smile and then she was gone, I looked out at the green fields that seemed to stretch to the horizon. I had no idea where I was but I clung to the idea that I was safe and Justyna had said that she would find me. Now I was showered and all fresh and I slipped on the top and let the silk caress my skin. My reflection in the mirror took my breath away. I lifted my arms to ruffle my freshly washed pixie haircut and the cami rose up to reveal my shaven mound. On the table beside my bed was a book of Jenneke’s photos so I sat on my bed with the book on my lap.  I looked at page after page of the most shockingly erotic images I had ever seen. Exquisitely beautiful bodies entwined, all in the most natural of poses. I was very aroused and I knew that Zoe and Jenneke would notice the tell-tale signs.

The carpet felt lovely under my bare feet as I descended the stairs and went in search of the study. A huge door was half open as I peeped inside. Candles were burning and Zoe and Jenneke were sitting at a long table, there was a decanter of red wine and elegant glasses. The women looked up and saw me in the doorway.

“Come Suzy,” said Jenneke, “there’s a splendid Chianti here or if you prefer we have some nicely chilled Prosecco.”

It was the Prosecco that won the vote and the ice was broken as glasses were topped up and our faces glowed. The study was lovely, books lined the shelves and there were more of the mysterious framed photographs of women, naked and seemingly in a trance as they kissed and caressed one another. I walked round the room, glass in hand, looking closely at each photograph in turn. There was a flight of library steps and I climbed up to look more closely at the collection. I heard the sound of a camera shutter and I turned and Jenneke was looking into the viewfinder but the lens was pointed towards my bare bottom.

“Lovely Suzy, reach up a bit higher for me.“

My top rode up as I stretched out an arm and the camera clicked again and again.

“Good girl Suzy. You are a natural.“ Again Jenneke’s utterly disarming smile and I felt so pleased and proud. I returned to the table, blushing to the roots of my hair. There was food on the table now, little delicacies of fruit and the lightest pastry I had ever tasted, as Zoe reappeared with an ice bucket and a fresh bottle of Prosecco.

“Let's go up onto the roof, it’s a lovely warm evening and we can watch the sunset,” said Zoe.

Some more stairs and a heavy door which needed to be unlocked and we stepped out into the soft evening light. The wooden decking was warm beneath my feet and I ran to the parapet and looked across to the distant lights of Amsterdam. The breeze ruffled the silk of my cami and I felt my nipples come erect. Zoe and Jenneke were talking some distance away. I leaned back against the parapet and felt the excitement growing inside me, my sex was coming awake and now beginning to demand full control of me.

Jenneke and Zoe seemed to have reached some sort of decision because they walked back to where I stood and Jenneke was busy adjusting her camera (a Hasselblad H6D no less.).

“Arms up Suzy.” Said Zoe as she took the hem of my cami and lifted the scrap of silk from my body and I was naked and the evening sun made my skin look lovely and I was so happy.

“Oh YES Suzy, perfect!” Said Jenneke as she took picture after picture. Then she said. “Walk towards me, slowly.”

I did as I was told and when I was close, Jenneke touched my nipples and her ice-blue eyes shone and I wanted her so much. I stood so still, my arms by my side as she felt between my legs and kissed her fingers which were glistening and I was utterly lost in my private world of desire.

Zoe was there too and she took my left nipple between her finger and thumb while Jenneke touched me again and Zoe tightened her grip and the pain grew and grew until I cried out.

“So Suzy,” said Zoe in her husky smoky voice, “tomorrow we begin.”

The sun was close to the horizon now, blood red. Zoe was standing behind me, holding my shoulders as Jenneke made me cum.