The blaring sound of my alarm jolted me from a six-hour nap, and while I thought about hitting the snooze button for another thirty minutes of sleep, I knew that I had things to prepare before I started the forty-five-minute drive north. So I slipped from beneath my soft fluffy comforter and headed for the kitchen to heat some water for my morning tea. While waiting for the teakettle to begin whistling, I went to the bathroom, emptied my bladder, splashed some cold water on my face, and brushed my teeth. The kettle wasn't whistling when I returned to the kitchen, but the steam rising from the tiny hole in the lid told me the water was hot enough, so I poured it over a tea bag containing my favorite flavor, Caramel Vanilla.
I'm a list writer, so I sat down at the kitchen table with a pad and pen and began noting those items I'd want to have handy while at The Villa. I included two changes of clothes, lingerie, swimsuits, sandals, extra makeup, a cell charger, hair dryer, and curling iron. With my list and teacup in hand, I pulled a small roll-along suitcase from the hall closet and went into my bedroom to gather my things. Once everything was packed, I sat down at my makeup table to do my hair. Since I expected the early part of the day to be more casual, I pulled my long locks back into a tight ponytail and then applied a hint of blush to my cheeks and a lovely shade of pink gloss to my lips.
I had one stop to make on my drive north, and that was at the drug store, where I bought a box of ribbed latex condoms and a few other toiletries. I arrived at the guard shack about twelve-forty-five and discovered it unmanned. A small sign on the door read, "Please scan your membership card." The light on the scanner turned from red to green, and I proceeded to drive along the heavily tree-lined driveway. In the daylight, the Villa looked even bigger than it had the night before, a massive structure with at least a dozen windows on the second floor facing the front lawn. I assumed each window was for one room upstairs. Pulling along the left side of the building, I stopped where Gregory had greeted me last night, but the friendly older gentleman was nowhere in sight. Another sign instructed early arrivals to park and leave their keys in the same basket where he'd told me to drop my valet tag last night. I assumed the staff would be arriving sometime before three to start their shift.
The massive front door was locked, so I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to greet me. After a minute or two, I rang the bell again and a moment later heard Regina's voice off to my left. "Raven, can you come this way," she said. I retraced my steps back to the driveway and joined her there. "Early arrivals gain access through the service door; follow me," she said.
We walked to the rear and followed a much narrower path to the service door. "I'll give you a key for this door once we've finished our tour today," she remarked.
Much like the path outside, the hall inside was narrow, with numbered rooms lining both sides. "These are the private rooms for our dividend members," Regina said, then quickly added, "I've assigned you to room number nine."
We stopped at room nine, and she asked, "Can I get your membership card? If my staff has done the changeover, you should be able to swipe your card to unlock the door." The locks worked like a hotel room, and once she ran my card through the reader, the light changed from red to green, and she pressed down on the door handle and pushed it open.
"They're not fancy but will serve your purpose nicely," she said.
Inside, the room reminded me of a cheap hotel with spartan furnishings and a single bed. A small bathroom was built into one corner of the room, and the single window was covered with heavy drapes to ensure privacy. The only light was a ceiling-mounted fixture that cast a harsh light evenly over most of the room. I stepped to the bathroom and opened the bi-fold door. Inside, a tiny shower, toilet, and a small vanity with a single mirror above and a light on either side. I thought this wasn't where I'd likely spend a lot of time.
"Did you bring any supplies," Regina asked.
"Yes, I have a suitcase in my car," I answered.
"Great, why don't you run out and get your bag and unpack it, then come to the greeting room, and I'll give you the fifty-cent tour," she suggested.
"Sound like a plan," I replied.
Back outside the room, Regina turned to her right and headed for the door at the end of the hall. I turned to my left and, after flipping the door wedge down, dashed to my Volvo and retrieved my suitcase from the trunk. Then, returning to the propped-open door, I reversed the procedure and made sure to pull the door closed tightly.
I figured I'd have time later to unpack my stuff, and I was anxious to see the rest of the mansion, so I left my suitcase on the bed and headed for the greeting room. Regina was on her cell phone when I entered the room.
"Yes, sir, she just arrived," I heard her say, then listened for a moment before again speaking, "I understand," another pause, "that's very good," another pause, "I'll explain everything to her, I know how important he is," another pause, "I won't let you down sir,"
Regina was clearly speaking to someone in charge, and I assumed that someone was Ted Hess.
"Good bye sir," she finally said before pressing the disconnect button on her cell phone.
She turned toward me and said, "Let's show you the pool area first."
I smiled and followed her into the same wide hall I'd explored the night before. A door at the end of the hall led outside to a wooden deck with several chaise lounge chairs and a couple of twin Adirondack chairs with a table between each. Across the deck were two steps down to a gravel walkway leading to the pool. I stepped off the bottom step, and the heel of my stiletto sank into the gravel. "Hold on a second," I remarked as I slipped my heels off and began following Regina toward the pool. It was perhaps fifty yards from the deck and somewhat nestled into the woods. Surrounding the pool were the same kind of chaise lounges and twin Adirondack chairs. But off to one side, I noticed a massive hot tub, big enough for at least six people, the surface of the water was bubbling from at least eight jets evenly spaced around the perimeter of the tub.
Regina stopped between the two and turned to face me. "If you're here, you are fair game to anyone who joins you. While we cannot restrict the paying members, I'd ask you to try and avoid having intercourse in the pool or tub. It makes a mess of the filters," she remarked.
It seemed silly that I couldn't outright ask a member to fuck me, but if that member instituted the action, it was okay. There were undoubtedly enough lounge chairs available, and if push came to shove, a beach towel spread on the lawn would suffice.
I smiled at her and asked, "If I swallow, is an underwater blowjob, okay?"
Regina just smiled at me.
"Let's go back inside. I want to show you the second-floor rooms," she said.
Once we reached the deck, I slipped my heels back on and walked past the Voyeur's Lounge and into the greeting room. Samuel was hard at work setting up his bar for the evening.
"Hiya Samuel," I said as we walked past the bar.
"Raven, what's up, darlin'?" he replied.
"I'm giving her the tour," Regina remarked, not wanting to pause and past the time of day with him.
I followed her up the long-curved staircase to the second floor, pausing to look down at the foyer below.
"This way," she said as she walked toward a long vast hall.
On either side, there were doors, and I assumed each one represented another private bedroom. She stopped at one door, swiped her card, and pressed the lever down, pushing the door open.
These rooms were much larger than the one Harry, Sally, and I spent together the night before. They featured the same king-size bed but had two sitting areas, one arranged in front of the large window and the other close to a small bar. "Our exclusive members entertain in these rooms," Regina remarked.
"Harry isn't an exclusive member?" I asked.
"Not yet. Exclusive membership is reserved for those guests who have been members for ten years or more," she explained.
