I felt that jeans and a nice blouse would suffice for our outing. The Levi’s I wore were skinny cut and mid-rise. They fit my figure perfectly as I could not often get away with low-rise pants, my hips being wider than normal for my frame. The fabric hugged my thighs as I pulled them up and buttoned them just below my navel. I found a short- sleeved, rayon blouse with small floral patterns scattered across a field of light blue. I threw my hair up into a long ponytail and fastened a clip with a cluster of small flowers on it to the left side to accent the flowers on my blouse. Touching my lips with a layer of neutral colored lip gloss, I decided to leave it at that. I was feeling good with my natural look today and did not need to put on my face, as I liked to call it.
Liliana was punctual. The buzzer on the intercom at my front door went off at exactly 3:00 PM. I pressed the button and announced that I was almost finished getting ready and to come on up. Apartment 7E, top floor on the left. I hurried about the task of finding my platform sandals that went so well with the skinny jeans and was ready to go when the doorbell chimed, declaring her presence at my front door. I turned the deadbolt and unfastened the security chain on the door frame and swung the door open.
A broad smile stretched across Liliana’s face. In her hands she held a bouquet of fresh flowers which she held out to me in greeting. I thanked her for the beautiful blooms and stepped aside so she could enter my apartment. She sighed as she looked around, nodding in approval.
“This is a beautiful apartment, Goddess,” Liliana admired the view of the city from the front window.
“Please Liliana, it’s Leila in this realm,” I quickly corrected her. She smiled at me in return. Apparently pleased that she could call me by my given name.
“Leila, your view is spectacular! I bet you pay a fortune for this place,” she glanced around the room, toward the other side of the living area that cut off at the doorway to my bedroom. It was unusual to find a one-bedroom apartment in the city where the rooms are actually separate. I did not tell her that my mother had assisted me in landing this home. I could never have done so on my own, she always had the connections.
“Yes, it’s costly, but worth every penny. As you can see,” she turned toward me, beaming. In the natural light, Liliana took on a whole new persona. She had on a cute sundress with spaghetti straps. It fell just above her knee and flowed nicely over her long, shapely thighs. Her dark hair framed her face in big, swooping curls. She had done her eyebrows, but as I had done, put on very little makeup. It was a skin break day apparently. Those were the days I only put moisturizer on my face to give my skin a rest from the makeup I painted on daily for the office. She was strikingly beautiful. Dark eyes regarded me below neatly sculpted eyebrows.
Taking the flowers to the kitchen, I put them in a vase I retrieved from under the sink and filled the receptacle with water. I placed the vase in the middle of the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room area. I snatched my purse off of the table and picked up my cell phone, placing it safely inside my back pocket, I motioned to her that I was ready to go. She took one more look at my apartment, eyes sweeping across the living area, and turned on her heel to follow me out the door.
The sunlight was bright and hurt my eyes a little as we exited the building. She walked up to a Mercedes convertible that was parked parallel to the curb. I saw the lights flash twice as she pressed the button on her keyless entry pad attached to her key ring. I opened the door and slid inside, fastening the seatbelt across my chest and lap as she sat down in the driver’s side.
Liliana started the car and pressed a button to her left, the top automatically started to fold up and slide backward, disappearing into a slot behind the back seats. She signaled to traffic her intention on merging into the stream of moving vehicles and eased her way away from the curb.
Liliana and I spent the afternoon sipping high-priced coffee on the patio of the coffee house she had chosen. It did not taste any different than what I could buy at McDonald’s, but the atmosphere was top-notch. Even the waitresses were polished, not a hair out of place, starched white button down shirts with a black bow-tie perched perfectly centered at the bottom of their throats.
I listened to her drone on about trivial things. Small talk to fill dead air that would otherwise threaten to swallow us whole. She suggested that we walk the shops on Rodeo Drive, something I never did but was willing to humor her need to impress me. We finished our coffee and we found our way to where she had parked her Mercedes. Once we were inside the car, we drove a short distance on the freeways and parked in a large structure designed for shoppers to leave their cars safely inside it as opposed to parking along the busy streets.
The rest of our day was spent wandering in and out of boutique- style shops that I would otherwise never step foot into. A pair of panties priced at $45.00 just because they bore the label of a famous designer was just not my idea of a good bargain. Liliana tried on two dresses and decided to purchase a long, black strapless number that hugged her curves perfectly. I did not dare look at the price tag, knowing she was dropping a pretty penny on that piece. It was clear that money was no object to her as she chose a pair of lacey panties and a matching convertible bra to go with the outfit. I almost choked on my own tongue when the cash register declared her total amount due.
By the time Liliana dropped me off at my apartment building, I was exhausted. Walking the streets in platforms was tiresome and my feet ached with the effort. I waved at her as she drove away from my building and I turned to tackle the stairwell that loomed ominously in front of me. I dragged myself up the stairs to the top floor where I resided and let myself in to my apartment.
Dropping my purse onto the couch just inside the living area, I pulled my phone from its pocket I had designated and pressed the screen. I had one text message from Matthew acknowledging my instruction and thanking me for inviting him once again. I also had an email notice on the top of the screen, when I pulled downward to reveal who it was from, it felt like my heart leapt into my throat. Gordon Roth had replied and was professing his eagerness to do all that I asked. He promised me that I would not be disappointed and I would be pleased with how well he could serve me.
“We shall see,” I replied out loud to my empty apartment. The sound appeared to echo off the walls, repeating the phrase that reverberated in my head. Part of me looking forward to the adventure, the other part dreading the thought. I was getting myself into a situation I did not know if I could control, but I convinced myself it would be worth the endeavor in the end.
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The week seemed to fly by like a movie I was watching in fast- forward mode. Looking forward to the weekend, I barely noticed the fact that Mr. Roth had eased off and was actually acting, dare I say it, pleasant. His mood became more jovial as the days past and I imagined that he was looking forward to Saturday evening at the Red Velvet Room. He could not be quite as thrilled as I was, picturing the delight I would feel as I proceeded to give him his just desserts. The thought made me smile and I caught myself before I giggled out loud, making myself appear mentally unstable.
I was taken by surprise when Mr. Roth instructed me to order lunch for all of the staff on his dime. I ordered from the expensive Italian place down the street and had it delivered, costing him that much more. I paid no attention as I signed off on the credit card slip the delivery boy handed me, adding a large tip for his quick response. He grinned at me when he saw the amount he would receive, thanking me profusely before taking his leave .
We enjoyed our meal without thought as we gathered in the lunch room to partake in the savory delights. I took Mr. Roth’s plate to his office and knocked on the door prior to entering. He was sitting in the dark, staring at his computer screen. He did not look up when I entered, placed the food on a console table across the office from him and exited quickly without a word. I was relieved as I did not know if I could handle a confrontation this afternoon. Instead, I returned to the break room where we all finished our l
unch at a leisurely pace.
It was strange to me to not have Mr. Roth insult me or talk down to me from the high place he imagined himself. He was quite distracted and although I secretly knew why, I did my best not to provoke him as I was enjoying the reprieve. In the back of my mind I knew why he was behaving so disconnected, why he was so distant, but I did not care at the moment since it made life around the office much more pleasant. If it were up to me, I would see it continue indefinitely.
Friday came before I knew it and as I was preparing to leave for the day, Mr. Roth’s voice came loudly through the intercom on the phone perched on my desk. He asked that I meet with him briefly before I headed out for the weekend. Reluctantly, I grabbed a steno pad and pen and made my way to his office. Tapping lightly on the door with my knuckles, I opened the door and slipped inside. He was still sitting in the same place as when I had delivered his lunch. I looked at the mostly empty plate still on the table and was relieved that he had at least eaten some of it. The distant look in his eyes made me chuckle silently in my head.
“Yes Mr. Roth?” I broke the silence. I waited expectantly, the pen poised over the light green paper in my steno pad, ready to write. He sat silently for a few moments longer before speaking.
“I need you to send flowers to this person,” he stated as he slid a piece of paper across the desk toward me. “Make it a good arrangement, spare no expense,” he did not explain who it was, but as I read the name, Laura Worth, I felt a small tinge of jealous energy in the bottom of my stomach. I shook my head quickly, hoping he did not see me do so. Instead, I turned my head motion into a nod and looked at Mr. Roth. He was staring at his screen again, but did not reach up to touch the keyboard. His curious behavior had me concerned but I did not ask him any questions about his mood. I turned on my heel and walked quietly out of his office, closing the door behind me.
I could not believe it, was I actually jealous of whoever this Ms. Worth was? It was deflating to know that I had such human emotions after all.
Begrudgingly, I opened up the browser on my desktop computer and started to search for floral arrangements. I found several lavish designs and chose one with beautiful rose buds, accent flowers and thick greenery to finish it off. Everything would be arranged and delivered in a large crystal vase with a heart etched into the middle of it.
I was pleased with my selection as I typed the recipient’s name and address, copying the message exactly as he had written on the piece of paper. “Happy Birthday. Love, Gordon.” When I hit the checkout button and entered in all the billing information, that jealous feeling crept up from the bottom of my stomach to my chest as I confirmed the purchase .
Pushing the thoughts forcefully from my head, I proceeded to print the confirmation for his expense account I would reconcile at the next billing cycle, slipped the stiff piece of paper into the hanging folder in my desk drawer that contained the company’s proofs of purchase for various reasons. I slid the drawer closed and the feeling lifted, as though the drawer created a mental barrier to the source of my newly found, yet oddly displaced, angst. Whoever she was, she was going to receive the most lavish display of floral affection I have ever laid eyes on.
The day steam rolled forward and before I realized it, it was time to make my leave. Gathering my personal belongings, I started to head to the door and hesitated, half expecting the phone to buzz with another last-minute demand from Mr. Roth. When it didn’t I smiled, outwardly as well as within, my whole self, beaming with an unconfirmed victory. I turned and headed toward the door, leaving my professional world at my heels as I headed toward my tasteful, yet humble dwelling.
I hummed along to the music that drifted through the speakers of my aging vehicle. It was surely my turn to shine and I would stand for nothing less. Mr. Roth would no doubt rue the day he stepped foot into my world. His payment taken from his flesh and I would yield the power and control. My heart fluttered, I was actually enjoying the thought of this. I drove home cheerful despite the typical gridlock and occasional road rage I would be exposed to. I was on my way to a victorious weekend and nothing would kill my vibe.
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By the next evening, my stomach was in knots. The anxiety of what I was attempting to pull off almost unbearable. I had to force myself to carry on typical, mundane tasks in order to distract myself from the nervous energy attempting to consume me. Matthew had confirmed his arrival instructions were received, signing off in his typical one sentence manner. No frills that one, all business when it came to his servitude. My pet took his role in my life very seriously. I appreciated that about him.
I prepared myself to meet the man who had interrupted time when he walked into my realm. It was difficult not to be nervous and I secretly hoped that it was not readily apparent by outward appearance I felt so conflicted. I knew better of course, but one could hope. Since I was feeling a bit more naughty than usual, I decided to don the pyramid studded mask. It would be the first time I wore that mask in public but I felt it gave off a more authoritative feel and I needed all the help I could get with this evening.
Deciding to wear my black, thigh-length trench coat over my carefully chosen attire, I wrapped my figure in its comfort and made my way downstairs when I received a message that Matthew was waiting for me downstairs. Here goes nothing. I said to myself, resisting the urge to mumble it out loud as I was locking my apartment door behind me and slipped down the stairwell toward my destiny.
As always, Matthew greeted me with a smile and opened the passenger door of his graceful BMW, closing me securely inside before gliding around the front-end to the driver’s side door and planting himself behind the wheel. He waited until I had fastened my seat belt, a stickler for the rules, of course, before starting the engine.
When he signaled left and whisked us away from the curb toward our final destination, I found myself too distracted in my thoughts to speak. I could see Matthew glancing at me occasionally out of the corner of his eye. I could tell he was anxious so I placed my hand gently on his knee, squeezing it gingerly as he drove on into the night.
After the gate keeper allowed us entry to the driveway leading to the Red Velvet Room, I noticed my heart beat was racing slightly. I concentrated on my breathing and focused on the underlying purpose of my actions. Trusting fully in those around me to not reveal my true identity, I forged onward like I was headed to battle. A mixed bag of emotions cluttered my mind. Fear, anxiety, resolve, thrill and the ultimate desire to make the man pay for every time he chastised me for no reason.
I suppose that would be vindictive, but I have seen my opportunity for the ultimate revenge and I, for some god-forsaken reason, intended on serving it to Gordon Roth on a silver platter. A wicked smile crept across my lips and I felt my skin blush. Hoping Matthew would not notice my bizarre behavior, I readied myself to step back into my role of supreme being. So-to-speak anyway.
We arrived at the curved curb, the valet already poised to receive our car. Once we had stopped completely, he approached my door and opened it for me, offering me his hand as I exited the car door. Matthew rushed around to retrieve me and handed the keys to the valet. I vaguely noticed the valet hand Matthew a ticket, numbered so when we came out to retrieve the vehicle, they would know which one was ours. He slipped the ticket into the pocket of his light jacket I had admired earlier. It had button down flaps on the shoulders and a collar that stood up, pointing down slightly at the tip of the collar. It was reminiscent of a military jacket with a zipper that was topped by a handsome zipper pull etched with the brand logo.
At the large, wooden doors, I allowed Matthew to lift the knocker and pound it loudly on the circular metal disc fixed and ready to receive its blow. As he did so, my mind flashed with images of Gordon Roth bound to the play area, silent and taking my punishment without a word. Tears sliding down his cheek, reflecting the torchlight beside him as the made their way down to his strong jawline. I forced myself to maintain my calm as we walked through the arched doorway,
a cool rush of air greeting us in the tall corridor that led to the great hall.
I found myself overwhelmed suddenly as my eyes met the pulsing lights of the torches combined with the music that oozed from all sides of me. Suddenly feeling dizzy, I informed Matthew that I must excuse myself and headed promptly toward the restroom next to the entrance we had recently breached. Once inside, I felt safer, more secure. I splashed several handfuls of cool water from the basin on my face after peeking around to make sure no one else was in the room and removing my mask. I let the droplets remain on my skin for a short while from my skin, the breeze of the air conditioner flowing through the vents cooling me slightly.
Patting my face dry with a towel I had retrieved from a golden receptacle perched on the marble sink, I looked at myself sternly in the mirror. My reflection not exactly what I would call a commanding appearance.
I replaced my mask and nodded firmly at myself in the reflection. I was ready to face the whatever was thrown at me from this point forward. At least for now . I lamented inside my own mind.
When I emerged from the restroom, Matthew looked relieved. He apparently had been approached twice by the servants to inquire as to the nature of his visit. Basically checking to see if was where he belonged. I grasped his elbow and allowed him to lead me toward the other side of the hall toward the thrones. I could make out several figures in the VIP area when we rounded the bend and found our places amongst the highly regarded guests that were present.
I glanced around the roped off location upon arrival and noted that, in addition to Master Jason and Mistress Liliana, the reigning pony race champion, Natasha, and her Master were present. I would later learn his name was Lance. He sat erect with Natasha poised on her pedestal proudly, her perky breasts forced forward to display their magnificent beauty for all to see.
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