Sweetp4u
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Evelyn Smith
As 34th birthdays go, it wasn’t quite as bad as she thought it would be. Intimate gathering of a few close friends and no one brought up the fact she was still single and not dating.. almost. A strange gift was given to her and she really did not know what to make of the small business card. Who gave their best friend an invitation to a members only sex club? It had floored her, and she had laughed herself dry during the process of Samantha’s quiet hurried and hushed explanation between birthday cake and powder room break.
“What do you have to lose, Evie?”
Those words rang in her ears for an entire week before she finally decided to call the number on the blank card. Well it was not entirely blank, it had some sort of yin/yang looking emblem on it and the number. Not one of those cheap cards either, this one had been made with cloth as well as some sort of fine paper. Sitting in traffic between home and office meeting she was late for, she dialed. Gave her name, and in exchange was given a time and address in which to arrive tomorrow. No rescheduling, no excuses, if she wanted to accept the offer she had tomorrow to process.
So there she had sat in a small modern room in a rather tall white steel and glass building, filling out forms while nursing a bandage in her inner elbow. She was weighted, blood was drawn, medical release forms were signed so that her OB could fax her file contents over. And the damned questions went on for what seemed like hours. Wanting to know all medical history as well as sexual history, asking her limits, having to be told how to list limitations was rather humiliating. They wanted to know her intimate thoughts and desires as much as her mundane allergies, if any of course. Sam never even bothered to tell her what it was exactly she was in for here, the purpose of this place, it was the questionnaire lady that had explained it to her.
And all for a hefty donation to their organization.
She sat in the small office for over a half hour, alone reading through papers and signing this or that. Head bent down as she wrote, she never knew the modern art within that small too-hot office was made of glass for two purposes, one being the camera and microphone behind it. Brown hair wrapped in a mundane bun, she wore these small half spectacles for reading. Sitting with her legs folded to one side, her toe bounced as she read, pencil eraser tapping her fuller bottom lip. She was not a model face on a skin and bones form, but she was fairly pretty. Appealing enough not to fret over dateless nights, it was her choice and many failed relationships, that kept her single. A pair of green eyes read quickly, signed with only minimal scratching of lead to paper, glancing up only now and then, lost in thought.
When the door finally did open, she did not jump from her skin as most would have, but turned to smile a dimpled greeting to a lady about her age. Pleasantries exchanged and hands shook, the lady sat down and promptly spoke.
“You are here because you are unable to let loose and be yourself.” The woman stated, not bothering to put it to Eve in the form of a question. “Our fee is to assure you are serious and help fund our private clubs across the states where our members, which would include you, have free use of year round.” She sweetened the deal to ease the figure in Eve’s mind, many balked at the unknown, and more balked at the sum in which was asked in donation.
“Your test results will be back in a week and if all is good, we will then speak with the Master who has agreed to train you, and he will send further instructions on where to go, and what you are allowed to bring. If you do not comply, your contract is void and you go home.” A piece of paper was then slid before Evelyn to read over. “initial and read these here, initializing them means you have read and fully understand each clause and breech as well as consequences.”
“Every one of these listed is contract voidance, there is no warnings?” Eve then hesitated, so used to the corporate world, everyone deserved at least one warning before dismissal… didn’t they?
“That is correct. This is a serious matter and requires a serious mind and strong dedication to what it is you are doing. You only have one opportunity and you are to be trained by the most knowledgeable of our members, going by what your preferences are that you listed yourself.” Again a sweet smile and compassionate eyes were turned on Evelyn. As if this lady knew how much of a turmoil this choice was?
“Invoking the safe word?” Evelyn’s brow rose as she glanced up from the paper.
“Yes, pick a word and memorize it. Something that would not come up normally in every day life, conversation or power exchange. To stop at any time you simply say the safe word and you will be sent home.” Piped off as if, and probably was, a memorized detail.
And so she scribbled, Sassafras. Knowing the word, not knowing what it was nor ever using it, worked perfectly for her.
Final papers were signed and passed over before Evelyn rose from her seat. Straightening her pencil skirt and business jacket, she looked much like the management she was. A smile in place and a check of her watch had her turning to seek her briefcase, which had been taken when she arrived as well as her PDA. She felt almost naked without her cell or schedule, anxious to get out and get back to work. Again she pasted on a smile, removing her glasses to shake hands once again.
“Thank you.” Was murmured and then she was gone. Cameras shut off, microphone turned down low and Evelyn was driving away in under ten minutes, for up town and office parking. Her heart was racing, and her mind was second guessing the folly of her choices, but deep down something inside her was trembling with pent up desire. So much so, her hands gently shook for the first five miles back, scared out of her mind, she was also finding herself shifting within her seat, aroused by the knowledge she was taking steps.. where no one knew her history.. to finally let go.
Two weeks seemed to take two years to come, but when the letter finally arrived at her door via carrier, she was fairly sure she might faint at the door step. Flushed she thanked and tipped the man as shaky hands opened the letter. She had time off, vacation and all the world, except Samantha thought she was off to Hawaii for a month.
Report to 1221 Clearance Street, room 969B in exactly 24 hours, have all affairs in order to cover the 4 weeks you will be gone. Arrive alone with only an over night bag, two forms of ID, and a current passport.
The address given is that of a prestigious hospital.
She read it three more times before remembering to breathe. Moving to her room, she began to pack what little was instructed into a small case and then her toiletries. She slept little that night, again doubts crept into her mind to chastise in the craziness to give up control to anyone, and yet when the time came, she was precisely where she was supposed to be, only five minutes earlier than she were to be there. Punctual was habitual, and if she did not get there soon enough, she might not have gotten there at all. She paced as she waited, having no name, no ID nothing to go by on whom she was to meet.
As 34th birthdays go, it wasn’t quite as bad as she thought it would be. Intimate gathering of a few close friends and no one brought up the fact she was still single and not dating.. almost. A strange gift was given to her and she really did not know what to make of the small business card. Who gave their best friend an invitation to a members only sex club? It had floored her, and she had laughed herself dry during the process of Samantha’s quiet hurried and hushed explanation between birthday cake and powder room break.
“What do you have to lose, Evie?”
Those words rang in her ears for an entire week before she finally decided to call the number on the blank card. Well it was not entirely blank, it had some sort of yin/yang looking emblem on it and the number. Not one of those cheap cards either, this one had been made with cloth as well as some sort of fine paper. Sitting in traffic between home and office meeting she was late for, she dialed. Gave her name, and in exchange was given a time and address in which to arrive tomorrow. No rescheduling, no excuses, if she wanted to accept the offer she had tomorrow to process.
So there she had sat in a small modern room in a rather tall white steel and glass building, filling out forms while nursing a bandage in her inner elbow. She was weighted, blood was drawn, medical release forms were signed so that her OB could fax her file contents over. And the damned questions went on for what seemed like hours. Wanting to know all medical history as well as sexual history, asking her limits, having to be told how to list limitations was rather humiliating. They wanted to know her intimate thoughts and desires as much as her mundane allergies, if any of course. Sam never even bothered to tell her what it was exactly she was in for here, the purpose of this place, it was the questionnaire lady that had explained it to her.
And all for a hefty donation to their organization.
She sat in the small office for over a half hour, alone reading through papers and signing this or that. Head bent down as she wrote, she never knew the modern art within that small too-hot office was made of glass for two purposes, one being the camera and microphone behind it. Brown hair wrapped in a mundane bun, she wore these small half spectacles for reading. Sitting with her legs folded to one side, her toe bounced as she read, pencil eraser tapping her fuller bottom lip. She was not a model face on a skin and bones form, but she was fairly pretty. Appealing enough not to fret over dateless nights, it was her choice and many failed relationships, that kept her single. A pair of green eyes read quickly, signed with only minimal scratching of lead to paper, glancing up only now and then, lost in thought.
When the door finally did open, she did not jump from her skin as most would have, but turned to smile a dimpled greeting to a lady about her age. Pleasantries exchanged and hands shook, the lady sat down and promptly spoke.
“You are here because you are unable to let loose and be yourself.” The woman stated, not bothering to put it to Eve in the form of a question. “Our fee is to assure you are serious and help fund our private clubs across the states where our members, which would include you, have free use of year round.” She sweetened the deal to ease the figure in Eve’s mind, many balked at the unknown, and more balked at the sum in which was asked in donation.
“Your test results will be back in a week and if all is good, we will then speak with the Master who has agreed to train you, and he will send further instructions on where to go, and what you are allowed to bring. If you do not comply, your contract is void and you go home.” A piece of paper was then slid before Evelyn to read over. “initial and read these here, initializing them means you have read and fully understand each clause and breech as well as consequences.”
“Every one of these listed is contract voidance, there is no warnings?” Eve then hesitated, so used to the corporate world, everyone deserved at least one warning before dismissal… didn’t they?
“That is correct. This is a serious matter and requires a serious mind and strong dedication to what it is you are doing. You only have one opportunity and you are to be trained by the most knowledgeable of our members, going by what your preferences are that you listed yourself.” Again a sweet smile and compassionate eyes were turned on Evelyn. As if this lady knew how much of a turmoil this choice was?
“Invoking the safe word?” Evelyn’s brow rose as she glanced up from the paper.
“Yes, pick a word and memorize it. Something that would not come up normally in every day life, conversation or power exchange. To stop at any time you simply say the safe word and you will be sent home.” Piped off as if, and probably was, a memorized detail.
And so she scribbled, Sassafras. Knowing the word, not knowing what it was nor ever using it, worked perfectly for her.
Final papers were signed and passed over before Evelyn rose from her seat. Straightening her pencil skirt and business jacket, she looked much like the management she was. A smile in place and a check of her watch had her turning to seek her briefcase, which had been taken when she arrived as well as her PDA. She felt almost naked without her cell or schedule, anxious to get out and get back to work. Again she pasted on a smile, removing her glasses to shake hands once again.
“Thank you.” Was murmured and then she was gone. Cameras shut off, microphone turned down low and Evelyn was driving away in under ten minutes, for up town and office parking. Her heart was racing, and her mind was second guessing the folly of her choices, but deep down something inside her was trembling with pent up desire. So much so, her hands gently shook for the first five miles back, scared out of her mind, she was also finding herself shifting within her seat, aroused by the knowledge she was taking steps.. where no one knew her history.. to finally let go.
Two weeks seemed to take two years to come, but when the letter finally arrived at her door via carrier, she was fairly sure she might faint at the door step. Flushed she thanked and tipped the man as shaky hands opened the letter. She had time off, vacation and all the world, except Samantha thought she was off to Hawaii for a month.
Report to 1221 Clearance Street, room 969B in exactly 24 hours, have all affairs in order to cover the 4 weeks you will be gone. Arrive alone with only an over night bag, two forms of ID, and a current passport.
The address given is that of a prestigious hospital.
She read it three more times before remembering to breathe. Moving to her room, she began to pack what little was instructed into a small case and then her toiletries. She slept little that night, again doubts crept into her mind to chastise in the craziness to give up control to anyone, and yet when the time came, she was precisely where she was supposed to be, only five minutes earlier than she were to be there. Punctual was habitual, and if she did not get there soon enough, she might not have gotten there at all. She paced as she waited, having no name, no ID nothing to go by on whom she was to meet.
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