Anna had expected some of the rules on the list. She was to do as she was told quickly and without question. She wasn't to contact him; he would contact her when he was ready for her. She wasn't allowed to talk about it to anybody, ever. Everything that was going on was of her own free will and that she was always to lick and suck him clean when he was finished with her. He'd told her all that two knights ago.
She could have guessed that he wouldn't allow her to be affectionate with him in public. Anna hadn't expected that he would be inviting his friends over and that they were due the same respect and privileges with her that he was. She didn't know she'd be expected to go with anybody he told her to either. Both of those prospects filled her with both fear and excitement and she wasn't sure which one was greater. The idea of marching over and telling him that this farce of a relationship was over lasted maybe fifteen minutes before she realized she had no intention of saying no to Alfred.
Anna had been expecting some rules about a dress code. Even her former boyfriends who'd had much less control over her had 'requested' that she wear only short skirts and tight tops. She barely owned anything that was decent for mixed company anymore. Thanks to her most recent boyfriend she had a complete set of My Little Pony Panties and lots of brightly colored thigh high socks that were admittedly extremely cute. There didn't seem to be any other rules about what she was and wasn't allowed to do and she'd expected something like that but that was all the rules.
The second page had been instructions for what she had to do. When Anna saw that she'd been given instructions she immediately knew that it was going to involve her dressing up and coming over to let him do something to her. The instructions were clear that she was to complete the current step before reading the next but a few hundred dollar bills fluttering out forced her to accidently read the first three steps all at the same time spoiling a bit of the surprise. At least it would have but in his old age Alfred hadn't really given instructions that were easily separated. Step one was to retrieve his car keys from a fake rock in front of her house, the second was to take his car-which seemed obvious from step one- and step three was to go to the mall. If she'd made a list of things he might demand of her going to the mall with five hundred dollars wasn't even on the possible list, much less the probable one.
Just because he hadn't told her to dress up to go the mall wasn't actually a reason not to. Without knowing what the rest of her activities were going to be Anna wriggled her way into a pair of khakis that forced her to wear a thong or have lines. She chose a plain black tee and a pair of matching heels. She had a pretty good idea for what she was being given money to purchase so she went without a bra simply to speed up the process. Usually when men wanted to buy her clothing they wanted to be there with her so they could see her try them on. Apparently the old man enjoyed being surprised. That was just fine with Anna since she really wasn't quite sure if she could handle him trying to take her in the dressing room just yet.
The idea though warmed her entire body. She could see exactly how he'd have her leaned up against the mirror forcing her to watch her own expressions as he took her from behind. He'd leave her panties and pants around her ankles. He'd have to cover her mouth to keep her from crying out and he'd probably take her slow and deep, lifting her up onto the very tips of her toes with each thrust.
Anna hoped he was watching right then because the thought of him fucking her in public forced her to peel her khakis off, turning them inside out in her rush. Putting her face down on her pillow and pushed her ass up. Her fingers were immediately thrust between her slick lips. He must have been watching because she it didn't take long for her to drive herself to an orgasm that left her thighs quivering beneath her. Even after her orgasm had finished washing over her she remained like that with her bared haunches facing the window for anybody, including hopefully Alfred, to see. It took almost five minutes before she was able to pull herself together and get her legs to obey enough to get back into her pants and on her way.
Alfred didn't drive a car. He drove what Anna would normally have thought was over compensation for coming up a little shy between the legs. He wasn't lacking there, he was actually quite adequate if nothing to run around bragging about. Certainly not the kind of person you'd expect to see with a black pick up truck that actually had stairs come out when you opened the door so you could climb up into it.
The mall was only about ten or fifteen minutes away. At least that's how long it would have taken Anna in her mother's car but she was terrified of the beastly vehicle that didn't seem much like it was under her control. It reminded her a little of when she'd gone horseback riding as a girl and found out by getting bucked and breaking her arm that horses don't so much do as you tell them as take it under advisement and then do whatever the hell they want. The truck lurched forward with even the slightest tap on the gas and snapped to a sudden stop with the same gentle touch to the breaks. She didn't trust it on the freeway. If she hadn't been trying so hard not to get jerked around by the vehicle she probably wouldn't have hit each and every one of the thirty seven lights -she was frustrated enough to count- between her and the mall.
The moment she was in the parking lot she pulled into the very first spot she could find and stopped to fumble with her instruction. There was nothing confusing at all about what was written down but she couldn't imagine that was what he'd actually meant to write down. It read, "Go to Trianna's and ask them for the full treatment." Trianna's was the day spa and massage parlor. She'd wanted to go since they first opened but even their minimum package was seventy five dollars, more than she had to spare for a quick rub down. She'd heard stories from the women that had been though and if the stories were to be believed Trianna's massages were better than sex.
It was difficult to keep from skipping through the mall. The guys in the mall were certainly noticing the bounce in her step, and not just because she'd chosen to go braless. She knew she was giggling lightly and must have been very nearly glowing. When she arrived at Trianna's there was no line, not that she'd ever much of a line to get in. The clerk, a petite Asian woman with flat black hair just smiled and took her to the back explaining that she knew what she had to be there for. It was written all over her face.
Anne thought she saw a greenish glimmer in the woman's eyes but it had to have been some kind of trick of the light because it was gone as quickly as she saw it. Either that or she was so excited that she was seeing things, either way the woman's eyes were clearly a fairly common shade of brown. It must have just been excitement since Anne also swore she didn't remember the soothing but very odd music playing until after the woman lead her into the private room.
The woman finally introduced herself as Tali. Tali told Anne she should remove her garments and then lay face down on the table and then left. Anne blushed slightly suddenly regretting that she hadn't at least worn a thong beneath her khakis but it was too late to do anything about that and there was no guarantee they would have let her keep them anyway. "It's not any different from gym." Anne thought to herself. She carefully stripped down and got onto the massage table with her face pressed through the donut like hole and staring at the floor.
