Sunday morning Eve woke and lay in bed. Her mind was A whirling mish mash of thoughts and emotions thinking about all that had occurred the day before. Even when she had felt unpleasant emotions yesterday, like the embarrassment of undressing before the other woman in the lingerie store, she acknowledged that it was all worth it to achieve the closeness to Carl. The emotional surges she felt, such as when she was walking arm in arm with him, or eating lunch with him made the negatives more than bearable.
The strength of her feelings for Carl when she lay in the bed with him, surrounded by him were the most powerful feelings of all. She craved that feeling of being held safe and secure by him. She smiled reminiscing about being called his 'good girl', and even how being called called his slut felt good when he used it in a tone that wasn't meant to debase her.
The realization that she was forming a powerful attachment to Carl dawned on her and she smiled as a sense of warmth spread through her.
The day passed slowly. She greatly enjoyed clearing out her lingerie drawer and carefully placing all of her new panties, bras and camisoles away. She wondered what panties Carl would like her to wear. She tried on one of the strapless bras and took note of how it pushed her breasts up, creating a greater amount of cleavage. In a significant change from her usual manner she chose a light pink colored camisole and matching bikini panties to wear under her clothes today. Granted she wore a oversized sweatshirt and loose jeans but she felt wonderful in the sexy under garments.
She spent much of the day with the current book she was reading open in her lap. Frequently she discovered that she was just staring at the same page for long periods of time while her mind wandered with thoughts of Carl and being with him.
Sometime in the middle of the afternoon her phone pinged.
++HIM: You will call in sick to work tomorrow and Tuesday++
Her heart sank. What could this mean? But rather than stew about it she sent him a return text.
++Sir, is everything alright?++
Moments later her phone rang. Carl was calling her. Her parents watched her closely as while answering the call she stood from her chair and left the room. On her way to her bedroom she answered the call, with trepidation in her voice.
"Hello?"
"Hello my little slut," Carl responded, his rich, deep tones came through the tiny speaker.
Eve released the breath she had been holding. She knew from the tenor of his voice that this was one of those times that slut was an endearment. The smile in Eve's voice was evident as she happily replied, "Hello, Sir."
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
"I am now, Sir. Hearing your voice made everything alright."
"Good, that's very good." Then the timbre of Carl's voice changed, taking on a commanding manner. "You will call in sick to work tomorrow and Tuesday. I see that you have a good number of sick days and vacation days built up. I have tasks for you to complete that will require you being out of the office both days."
A not unpleasant frisson worked through Eve. His tasks to this point had been so minor that she was both aroused and concerned about what type of tasks could require a day to complete.
"Tomorrow at one you will go to the address I text you in the morning. You will receive Tuesday's instructions later. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
She spent the rest of Sunday in a fog of anticipation and unease for the next day.
Monday morning Eve called Janet, her supervisor and left a message that she would not be in because she was ill. She also sent an email to Janet with a copy to HR. Just before hitting send she added a blind copy to Carl.
At ten minutes to one Eve arrived at the address that Carl had texted to her that morning. She was in a suburban strip mall, a few towns over from her own standing outside "The Spa". The establishment offered little outward information about itself and the windows were obscured by gauzy curtains.
Upon entering she was greeted by soft music, a gentle smell of some flowery scent and a generally warm ambiance. She approached a woman behind a reception desk.
"Good afternoon," the woman greeted her cheerily. "May I help you?"
"Um, yes, my name's Eve Trayson and I..?
The woman eagerly interrupted her. "Oh, yes, Ms. Trayson! We've been expecting you. There is a full afternoon scheduled for you. I'm Susan Manzi, I'm the owner. I see this is your first visit with us. Please, if there's anything I can do to make your visit more enjoyable or beneficial please don't hesitate to let me know."
"Thank you. I'm sure everything will be just fine. This looks like a very nice place. Everything looks so new."
"We've only been opened for a little over a year," Susan explained. "Please, let me give you a brief tour and then we'll get you started." Susan stood and gestured for Eve to follow her. They stepped through a doorway and she pointed out the various areas of the Spa while explaining the different services provided. Some areas were behind closed doors while in others Eve could see women having their hair or nails done. All the staffers were in the same polo top.
"And this is our inner waiting room. Once you're involved in your appointment, should you need to wait between services, you'll come here. No need to go back out to the front. There is bottled water, a selection of juices and coffee or tea available for you here. We just ask that you take nothing but water into any of the other areas."
Eve saw two other women seated in this comfortable room. Both wore lush, white terry cloth robes with the spa's logo on the breast. Each smiled at Eve and a woman in her mid 50's or so said, "First time? You'll love it here, dear."
Susan led her to a changing room, offered her a locker with a key on a wristband in the lock and one of the robes inside. "You can put your clothes, phone and other personal items in here. Obviously, you may lock the locker and keep the key with you as you go through your appointments. We've never had a problem and many women choose to just leave things unlocked."
"Once you've changed have a seat in the inner waiting room and someone will collect you. I really do hope you enjoy your time with us, but I'm very serious, if there is something not up to your expectations do not hesitate to let me know." Susan said before leaving Eve alone to change.
