"... and right in here is room 3!" Lucia heard the hostess say as she brought in the first client of the day.
Lucia beamed her widest, brightest smile as she greeted the new client whom she was meeting for the first time. "Welcome!" she said warmly, holding out her hand. "My name is Lucia."
"Nice to finally meet you Lucia.", he replied. "My name is Andrew."
Lucia's eyebrows must have raised slightly at the word "finally", betraying her confusion. The hostess graciously filled in some blanks for her. "Andrew requested you specifically by name! He has been waiting for two weeks to meet you!"
At that, Lucia turned a mock quizzical look to Andrew, giving his hand a firm squeeze before letting go of his hand. "I'm glad our paths have finally crossed then!" she assured him.
"You were recommended to me by David." Andrew said as the hostess beat a retreat, closing the door behind her. "He said you would be worth the wait." Andrew's demeanour was suddenly stern. "I hope that's true."
Lucia, slightly off-put by his change in tone, tried to lighten the mood, maintaining her wide grin. "Well I will certainly try to make sure I don't disappoint!"
"Try hard." Andrew replied.
Lucia's brow furrowed slightly as she tried to decipher Andrew's intent. In the month she had been working at the "spa", her experiences with clients had been universally positive. Her schedule was flexible, the pay was great, and the two dozen clients she had seen had all been clean, polite, and accommodating. Some had merely wanted topless massage; others some manual or oral relief to end a massage happily. While she had spent two more sessions servicing David's in his office, none of her clients so far had been particularly demanding or domineering. She began to wonder for the first time if David had been purposely providing her with straight forward clients to ease her into the job.
Lucia snapped back to reality, realized she had been frozen in thought for a long moment, leaving Andrew waiting. He wore an expression of mild impatience, but was otherwise hard to read.
Lucia forced herself to maintain a beaming smile. "So what kind of service are you looking for? What can I do to make sure you leave relaxed and happy?" Lucia asked.
Andrew did not match her smile. "Strip." he said, monosyllabically.
Lucia's smile faltered. "I'm sorry?" she asked.
Andrew stared at her and let a pregnant pause hang in the air. "I think you heard me." he said at last.
Lucia, unused to such a cold, professional approach from clients, tried hard to maintain her friendly faΓ§ade. "Perhaps now would be a good time to go over my limits..." she began.
Andrew cut her off, not letting her finish her thought. "David made them clear. Now take your clothes off." he ordered.
As Lucia bent down to remove her shoes and socks, she eyed Andrew closely for the first time, trying to assess if he was a threat to her safety.
Andrew was well-dressed in somewhat casual business attire. Expensive shoes, freshly drycleaned pants, and nice belt. As she glanced higher she saw his cool gaze watching her impatiently. She smiled to ease the tension, and stood tall as she shimmied her tank top over her head to reveal a simple but flattering red bra. Hoping to entice more engagement from him, she tucked her thumbs into the waist of her leggings, and spun slowly around. Glancing back over her shoulder, she shot him a sultry smile and teased her pants down just far enough to reveal her red thong.
Andrew's demeanor was unmoved. "Stop wasting time and get naked." He commanded, an edge of anger in his voice.
Lucia felt a shiver run down her spine and supressed a growing sense of fear. She was safe here, she reassured herself. One call would have security at her side in moments. With a shrug to feign nonchalance, she slid her thing and leggings past her hips in one smooth motion.
She never head Andrew move, but he was on her in an instant. With his hands gripping her on either side of her butt cheeks, he pushed her forward, so that she lost her balance. She caught herself on her forearms with a grunt, involuntarily adopting a modified downward dog position. She yelped as the flat of his right hand slapped her right ass cheek. As his left hand press down on her back to keep her in position, three more spanking slaps followed suit, alternating cheeks.
While shocked and caught off guard, Lucia didn't protest. Although she would have expected warning, spanking was a service she had agreed to provide when David requested her full service list. She had rather imagined it would be playful rather than the serious ass whooping she was currently taking, she found herself more than a little aroused by Andrew's approach.
"Don't move." Andrew said, his tone conferring a sense of absolute control.
Lucia felt her body quaking slightly, and took in a slow breath to calm and center herself. While by no means an avid yogi, Lucia did attend classes several times a month, and was confident she could hold the position for a few minutes if she had to. She certainly hoped he wouldn't want it longer than that.
Her ass cheeks still stung and tingled from his spanking, and she could feel the moisture of her own fluids seeping down her inner thighs. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle at her predicament.
*Clank* She jumped slight as she heard what she assumed was Andrew's belt hit the floor behind her. She glanced backwards, between her legs and she could see him step out of his pants and underwear, following shortly by his shirt joining the pile. This, presumably, left him only in his black socks. Fashionable, Lucia thought, though she was not tempted to giggle, realizing how vulnerable and exposed she was.
Lucia cleared her throat and began to open her mouth to reiterate her limitations. Once again, Andrew cut her off.