Her name was Jennifer, and at thirty-six, she'd made enough money at the start-up she owned that she could retire, hand the reigns over to someone ambitious, and live off of the interest her money made sitting in some bank. She had the freedom to go anywhere, do anything and be whoever she wanted to be.
But none of that mattered now.
She'd signed all of the documents after thoroughly reading them with the eye of a law school graduate who never bothered to take the bar exam. She'd filled out the questionnaire - and it had been lengthy - about every thing she was willing, and unwilling, to participate in. They'd taken photos, posing her both naked, dressed in different outfits, and in all kinds of lingerie, and posted them to the discreet, members-only website. She'd gone through the physical, started on the medications they'd required, and had her introductory sessions with a couple of the other girls who both showed her what she was in for, and introduced her to a delightful new world of being intimate with women.
She had done everything required of her, hidden her name and personality away, and they had entered her into the system. That was a month ago. She was beginning to despair of any of this working out, but her handler had insisted that this was the way of things. They wouldn't choose her until they'd researched her profile a little bit, and talked themselves into it.
She never thought she was that pretty before this venture. She'd been a swimmer in her youth, and had the slim, athletic build of a woman who'd spent her formative years exercising. Her breasts were small, barely a whole handful, her hips were slender, and her stomach was flat. Her legs were powerful, however, and strong, if not bulky, and she'd kept herself lean and toned as she'd begun to get older, with daily workouts. She had also discovered yoga in her thirties, and had molded herself into someone quite flexible. She believed it was this, more than the crystalline blue of her eyes that had made them choose her moniker.
Now, as she sat in the salon chair, letting the handler put up her long brunette hair in an elegant, if slightly messy bun, she stared at herself in the mirror and reached up to touch the black collar that hung at her throat. On it dangled a large blue stone that was dull and a little misshapen. It almost matched her eyes, and represented the element they'd given to her: water.
"Are you nervous?" the handler asked.
She looked up to meet the older woman's gaze in the mirror and gave her a little smile. "No," she said honestly.
"Well, you're ready," the handler said, helping her stand. She gave herself one more look in the mirror and hoped she looked pretty enough to whomever was waiting to meet her. If this worked out, he would rent her services through the company, and she would go and live with him for however long he wanted her. She didn't know who he was, and honestly, that was part of the excitement. "Remember, you can stop the proceedings at any time using your safe word. You aren't being recorded, but someone will be listening. All right?"
She nodded. "Thank you," she said softly, wondering if this would be the last time she saw the woman. She leaned in and kissed her cheek softly, then headed out of the room.
It was a bit of a long walk through the winding hallways to the Roman bathhouse. It was technically in a completely different building but there was no way to tell by the path she had to take to get there. Once she was inside, she let herself breathe in the humid, lightly perfumed air. The water in the bath was heated, she knew, and flower petals of some kind floated on its surface. She took a moment to remember her instructions, and then she undressed.
Somewhere, he was watching. They had told her that much. He'd requested a viewing first, in which the client could take a look at her body and see the way she moved before he entered the room. She'd never been in the baths before, so she wasn't sure where the hidden compartment was, but she felt like she could sense his gaze on her. She took her time in peeling off the silken robe and walked towards the edge of the bath before she began to remove the azure bra and panties set. She tried to move as if she were doing yoga, with the grace and patience she'd learned over years of training. And once she was nude save for the thin collar, she turned around in a slow, deliberate circle to retrieve the dark navy blindfold resting on the bench beside the bath.
Any nerves that were lingering in her belly dissipated as she tied the blindfold across her eyes. Something about the anonymity of the moment made her feel more confident. She wouldn't know what was coming, so what was the point of trying to hide from it? And once she could no longer see, she reached for the guide rail and slowly stepped down into the warm, scented water.
It was unintentional, but a soft, pleased moan left her lips as the water surrounded her naked flesh. It felt so utterly wonderful against her skin and she moved to the center of the pool, sinking down until the water curled around her up to her throat. She was so enwrapped in the sensation that she didn't hear the door open, or the sound of clothing hitting the tile floor. And she tried, very hard, not to seem startled when the man's voice met her ears.
"Loire."
She stopped still in the water and swallowed, turning toward the sound of the name they had given her. "Yes, sir?" she said demurely.
"That is the name of a river in France, isn't it?" he asked. He was American, or perhaps Canadian, without a single hint of an accent. And his voice was rich, but without any arrogance or theater to it. This was a man who didn't feel any need to pretend.
"Yes, sir."
There was mostly silence for a long stretch of minutes, but she could hear him stepping down into the water, little ripples making soft sounds as he came towards her. When he spoke again, he was close behind her, and the sound of his voice so near sent shivers down her spine. "You are very lovely," he said, almost whispering.
"I'm happy to please you, sir," she said, though her voice quivered just a little bit.
