So now here she was, being whisked off by another woman who was slightly older. Becca turned to see the black curtain close behind her and James leaning against the counter to continue his conversation with the receptionist. She briefly wondered if they were still discussing her, but when the woman said her name was Janet and insisted that she disrobe, Becca’s attention was brought back to her current situation.
“Excuse me, but what’s the Fidelity Especial?”
Janet laughed and placed a white towel on the table in the center of the room. “You must be one of Ms. Van Camp’s new applicants. Every newcomer asks the same question.”
“You make it sound like there are a lot of us.” Becca was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact there were that many women who possessed her yearnings.
“Enough that we’ve got a specific process for those special clients from the Order,” Janet replied. “There are two of us that Ms. Van Camp trusts to do the job, me and Valerie. But per the nondisclosure contract we signed, we really aren’t supposed to talk about the other women. Just know you aren’t alone, dear. Now, as I said, please disrobe and we’ll make you presentable for your men.”
Becca waited until Janet walked out and closed the door behind her before she started to undress. As she placed each piece of clothing on the chair, Becca couldn’t help but wonder about the other women. Were they for other men or had Lane and Ross used the placement agency before, and why had Janet referred to it as the Order? Janet had never really said what the Fidelity Especial was and Becca found herself a little self-conscious as she scooted on the table and covered herself with the towel that she was provided. What did the other women look like? Were they like her, or what Becca assumed earlier about the type of woman Lane and Ross would find attractive? Images of their heated gaze returned, producing that initial reaction of arousal. Becca grabbed the towel around her breasts and tightened her grip. She shouldn’t be having that type of reaction when she was about to—what was about to happen?
“Knock-knock,” Janet said, her voice coming from behind the door.
“Yes,” Becca replied, then tried to suppress a small cough. “I’m ready.”
“Wonderful.” Janet entered and then closed them inside the small room. It suddenly appeared smaller. “Now, a few questions. Do you shave or wax?”
“My legs? I shave.”
“And your underarms?”
“Uh, shave.” Did women actually wax their underarms? That seemed so silly when all it took was a few strokes every morning with a razor.
“And your vagina and anal area? Some women find waxing a tad bit uncomfortable, but it’s not really painful. If you’ve never had it done, I will count to three with every wax strip so that can prepare yourself. Afterward, we’ll bleach your anal area. Ms. Van Camp is very particular about pubic hair being completely removed, along with any discoloration. You are not to have any hair on your body other than your head and eyebrows.”
Becca’s mind went blank for a moment. Suddenly, she understood what the Fidelity Especial meant. Sure, she trimmed around her bikini area, but Becca had never done anything more than that. Janet was very patient with her throughout the waxing of her legs and underarms. It turned out not to be as painful as Becca had imagined.
“Now, I’m going to flip up the towel. I’d like you to separate your legs.”
Becca’s face flushed as Janet did exactly what she had said, and pulled the towel up so that her pussy was exposed. The cool air of the room washed over her folds. As Janet’s fingers tapped on her skin, Becca did as instructed and separated her legs. The act was far from sensual, but Becca couldn’t help but think of Lane and Ross. Ms. Van Camp wouldn’t have ordered this if they hadn’t wanted it done. Something inside of her knew she must endure this, as there was a yearning to please them the first time they looked upon her body.
“You’ll feel a very warm sliver of wax and then I’ll place strip of paper over it, count to three, and then pull. We’ll use soft wax for the outer edges, while using hard wax toward the inner folds. It’s less painful that way. Your pubic hair is a little longer than needed, so I’m going to use cuticle scissors to trim you shorter.”
Becca just nodded her head, afraid to speak. She didn’t want Janet to think this was exciting her, yet her body was responding in a way that seemed inappropriate. Becca tightened her eyes as she felt Janet tug on her hairs, pulling at her folds. Within seconds, Janet finished her trim and promptly slathered on the first bit of soft wax. As described, Janet then placed a layer of paper on top of the warm substance. Counting to three, Becca gave a yelp as her hairs were yanked free.
“See? That wasn’t so bad. I’ll do a few more to finish the bikini area and then we’ll work on the inner folds.”
Becca was able to contain her squeals by biting her lip. It didn’t take as long as she thought and within minutes, Janet was done with the outer part of her pussy. She then explained what the hard wax would feel like. It was hotter than the soft wax and took a minute or two before it hardened enough for Janet to pull it. When she did, Becca couldn’t contain the cry that escaped her lips.
“Shit!”
Janet laughed. “Did you just get over having your period?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Becca asked. She knew she was coming across rather irritable, but for crying out loud, that hurt.
“Before and right after a woman’s period, she is more sensitive to pain. It’s always better to have a Brazilian wax done in the middle of your cycle.”
Becca would have snapped back that she would have liked that information a little earlier, but Janet was already counting to three and yanking out another strip of hair. Becca bit her lip. When Janet’s gloved fingers parted her folds, it was such a foreign feeling that Becca wasn’t sure how to react. She wasn’t responding in a sexual way, but being touched in such an intimate fashion affected her. The hot wax was smoothed over one ridge of her fold, while Janet held it apart from her clit to assure the wax didn’t stick to her nub. Becca found herself holding her breath, not wanting Janet to touch that part of her. It was meant for Lane and Ross.
Now where had that thought come from, Becca wondered. She hadn’t even been in their presence more than ten minutes. She shouldn’t be thinking she was already theirs when they might not even be compatible. Sure, they’d signed a two-month contract, but Becca figured she shouldn’t let herself get too close to them too soon. No matter what she had seen in their eyes this afternoon, Becca was positive that once they saw her curves without any clothes on, bare as the day she was born, they’d go running back to Ms. Van Camp, requesting the runway-model-type female.
Janet counted to three and ripped the wax off of one fold. She duplicated her movements on Becca’s other side, while Becca allowed her mind to drift again. It was easier to think of something else, rather than to feel a woman’s fingers on her pussy. There was one question that Becca had forgotten to ask Ms. Van Camp. She would have to ask James if he knew, since he seemed to have all of the answers anyway. Were Lane and Ross allowed to use the safe word that would end it all? Becca wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It would be humiliating if she undressed and they both called out that ultimate fatal word.
Janet counted to three. Becca tensed. Ouch!
“Okay, Rebecca. You may turn on your side, with one leg bent. Hold your top buttock up so that I have clearance to remove the hair around your anus.”
Becca felt her face flush again. This was humiliating, but Becca did as requested. She knew it was soft wax that Janet was using by the temperature. Her asshole puckered, causing Becca to bury her face in her arm. Janet ripped the paper off of her skin, assuredly with any hairs that may have been back there. Becca didn’t even know she had hair back there, come to think of it. It wasn’t an area she played with. Janet instructed her to roll to the other side, and replicated her movements.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it? All done with the waxing.”
Becca
sighed with relief. She was done. Becca had a hard time admitting it, but having to go through this grooming was arousing and stimulated her in a peculiar manner that she wasn’t accustomed to. She knew throughout the process she was being prepared to be pleasing to her Masters’ eyes. Even though her nerves still remained and were now returning in full force, Becca was ready for the rest of her evening. She swung her legs over the table.
“No, no, dear. We still have to bleach your anal area.”
Becca groaned and covered her face with her hands.
Chapter Six
“Turn around for me.”
Becca bit her lip as she complied with Ross’s order. It was the first order she’d ever been given and she was amazed at how it made her feel. She relished the tingles over her skin and the feel of her heartbeat against her chest. Her nerves were stretched thin and her hands were shaking so badly that she’d had to curl her fingers into fists. James had escorted her to Lane and Ross’s apartment, located in the Loop of Chicago. The upscale residence was exactly what Becca expected, with earth-tone colors and luxurious furniture. But instead of looking around to see where she’d be staying for the next two months, her sole focus was on the man standing in the middle of his living room with his hands in his dress slacks. For the thousandth time in over three days, Becca wondered what the hell she was doing.
“Very nice, Becca.”
The use of her nickname sent a jolt of shock through her, giving her the answer to her question. Becca had been very well aware that everyone associated with Safeword LLC called her by her given name. To hear her nickname come off of Ross’s lips sent a warm rush through her body and she recognized it for what it was—approval. Since when had she come to crave that? Her looks pleased him. Just as his did her. Ross looked as potent and striking as he did when she’d seen him in Ms. Van Camp’s office. His black jacket had been removed, his tie loosened around his neck, and his white shirt unbuttoned at the neck. He wasn’t quite as tall as Lane, but his lean frame looked just as muscular, if the cords of his neck were anything to go by. Whereas Lane’s hair was more austere, Ross’s had a little longer length in the front so that there were strands of hair that fell across his forehead.
“Dinner is served, Mr. Ellison.”
Becca startled at the deep voice coming from the across the room. Looking over Ross’s shoulder, she noticed a table set for two. Standing off to the side was a man who appeared to be in his midsixties. His hair was salt-and-pepper, although leaning more toward salt. He had a well-trimmed mustache that matched the color of his hair, along with a pair of black-rimmed glasses that sat squarely on his nose. Was he their butler? Did butlers even exist nowadays? Wearing a black cardigan sweater over a white button-down shirt, Becca had to wonder why he was dressed so warmly in the middle of summer. It was in total contrast to what she was wearing.
Upon the completion of her Fidelity Especial, Becca had found a soft blue wraparound dress made of slightly sheer material in place of the white sundress she’d arrived in. The elegant yet sensual dress had a lower cut than she was used to wearing, along with a shorter hem that came too few inches from her newly bared pussy. Her panties had been taken away, along with her bra. Nothing had been given in their place except a lovely pair of matching spiked heels. Not used to having air brush her pussy with every step she took, Becca found herself constantly aroused in her excursion to their apartment. She was mesmerized by the fact that the wrap managed to conceal her nude form from observation by every soul she passed only because of its layered application.
“Thank you, Grady,” Ross replied, pulling Becca’s eyes back to him and noticing that he’d not looked away from her in his response. She was well aware that Ross knew of her predicament and that had her shifting her stance to try to get some pressure on the light material that had settled over her clit. Her breath hitched at the thought of Grady being aware of her state as well. How much did he know of Lane and Ross’s penchant for submissive women? “I think that will be all for the evening.”
“Yes, Sir. Enjoy your dinner.”
With a nod of his head in her direction, Grady disappeared through a swinging black door to the right, where Becca assumed the kitchen was located. She’d only ever seen those types of doors in movies. She wondered if Grady lived with them or if he left every evening for his own home. The thought quickly left her as Ross held up his hand, waiting for her to join him.
Becca hesitated, looking around for Lane. Would he be joining them? She felt so awkward, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Her doubt returned twofold and Becca found that she couldn’t move her feet, which were now encased in the towering six-inch heels that matched her dress. It was suddenly hard to breathe.
* * * *
Ross was fascinated by the various emotions that were being displayed across Becca’s lovely face. He’d never seen such an expressive woman, and he’d been with many. This would be the first time that he’d shared one with his brother, though.
Waiting patiently for Becca to realize that she was safe with him, Ross’s thoughts went back to his earlier conversation with Lane. Both knew that Kennedy was good at her job, as they took care of the investments for Safeword LLC, but seeing her in action was captivating. She brought in revenue like leaves grew on trees. Seeing how successful Kennedy had been in placing previous subs with colleagues they’d associated with at the various clubs that catered to the Order, Lane and Ross had finally decided to give her the green light. Being fraternal twins, they’d shared everything from the day they were born, so it only made sense for them to share the woman that would hopefully be a permanent fixture in their life. They were tired of playing with no sense of ownership and no sense of true intimacy. They needed a woman who could be a part of their lives, as well as provide them with an outlet for their principal needs.
“Rebecca, Grady has made us a delicious dinner. You wouldn’t want him to think you didn’t care for it, would you?”
Ross kept his hand extended, while Becca slowly crossed the room in the heels that he’d picked out for her arrival this evening. He and Lane had wanted to verify that she was, indeed, the woman whom they would be spending the next couple of months training, getting to know, and hopefully nurturing a long-term relationship with. With a slight wobble, Becca closed the distance and slipped her tiny hand into his. She was inexperienced yet graceful under pressure, and this was one of many small, measured tests she would be observed performing during the next couple months. The coolness of her skin spoke volumes about her anxiety. And whereas he would like her to experience that trepidation in certain situations, right now wasn’t the time.
“Relax,” Ross said in a low voice, hoping to convey the serene atmosphere he was striving for. “We’re just going to get to know each other a little better.”
“W–where is your brother, Sir?”
Ross hid a smile at her stuttering as he led her to the table, where Grady had set a romantic placement for two. Two candles were set in the middle of the arrangement, casting the scene in a golden hue. The china was placed just so, with two silver plate covers keeping their dinner warm. Pulling out a chair, Ross waited until she was comfortable before walking back around to his seat and replying.
“During normal conversation while we are in a domestic or public setting, you may call us Ross and Lane.” Ross reached for the wine that Grady had let breathe and poured her a suitable quaff, before doing the same for himself. “As for where Lane is at the moment, he’s attending a business meeting that could not be rescheduled. He’ll join us after dinner, which leaves plenty of time for us to get to know one another as well as go over some things that I believe will put you generally at ease.”
Becca didn’t reach for her glass until Ross tilted his head in its direction. Yes, they certainly did have a lot of things to go over, he thought. He loved the way her lips sealed over the rim of the wineglass, leaving a light lipstick stain on the crystal. Leaning over the table, he removed her plate cover to reveal Grady’
s delicious recipe of chicken marinated in chardonnay and fresh herbs accompanied with roasted rosemary potatoes and steamed asparagus. Ross watched as her eyes widened at the gourmet meal and again found her expressions endearing.
“Please, enjoy while I explain wants and needs and what you will receive in return,” Ross said, picking up his wine glass and sitting back to enjoy the view in front of him. She hesitantly picked up her fork. “Becca, Lane and I used Safeword LLC for an explicit purpose and that was to find you particularly.”
Becca pulled the tines of the fork across her lower lip as she slipped a baby potato to her mouth, chewing slowly. He was fascinated with the way her jawline moved and pictured Becca on her knees in front of him, hands tied behind her back and using only her mouth to pleasure him. Would her cheeks hollow out as she sucked him? He felt himself harden, imagining the warmth of her mouth and the stroke of her tongue. She swallowed. Ross closed his eyes and tried to maintain his composure. What the hell had he been thinking in agreeing with Lane that they should ease her into this? All he wanted to do now was clear the table with a swipe of his arm and lay her across the hard surface so that he might taste her version of heaven.
“Why did you?”
Ross opened his eyes, seeing her green ones staring back him with curiosity. She had asked him a question and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about momentarily. Ross took a swig of wine to gather his bearings. Oh, yes, he thought, she was asking why they had used Safeword LLC. Her needs needed to be placed above his, so Ross tamped down his physical cravings and continued where he’d left off.
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