Holiday at Harrowcroft

Chapter One-3

While I stood there looking stupid and trying to understand these new feelings buzzing in my belly, the image of those unusual orchids, and their powerful, pungent fragrance flooded back into my memory. I’ve been inhaling that scent since I arrived, and it’s having some mystical effect on my mind and body, like it’s a...sex-drug!

“Why, Val! You’re trembling, and your eyes are absolutely shimmering! Let’s go take that shower together. I think Harrowcroft is starting to work its magic on you already.”

The shower stall was large and the recessed floor sunken about two feet below the rest of the floor. It was lined with ivory tiles smooth and sensual under our bare feet. The showerhead was a large ring of silvery pipe, a two-foot diameter circle high above our heads, raining warm, scented, crystal-clear water in a wide arc over our naked bodies. Everything about it seemed to be made for two people to use simultaneously.

“Your body is beautiful, Val.” Laura reached toward me and laid her gentle hands on my shoulders. She nodded and smiled, signaling me to do the same with her. “See, it doesn’t feel dirty or naughty for us to touch each other, does it?”

That image and fragrance of the orchids again! “No, Laura, I feel happy. My heart is thumping, and I feel shivery and excited.”

“Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes—that’s right—now imagine it’s a man in this shower with you. Concentrate on feeling what his hands do to your body. Focus on the feelings, and you do the same with your hands on his body. Imagine looking down between his legs and seeing his manhood rising. No, don’t open your eyes—keep them closed and shut everything else out of your mind. Imagine his excitement, Val, as he touches your body, the erect, throbbing dance of his male pride. Feel it, honey. Feel the happiness his touch gives your body. Think only of what you are feeling.”

She moved her fingers down across my chest until they were butterflies dancing on my trembling breasts.

“Good, Val. You’re doing fine. Use your hands on my body just like I’m doing with your body. It’s all right, Val. You are free. Finally free to enjoy the pleasure your body is starving for. Inhale the orchid’s perfume. Breathe deep and release the joy inside your body.

We were still in bed together when the maid strolled into the bathroom. She wasn’t the least surprised to see us wrapped in each other’s embrace, bodies pressed together, breathing softly with blissful smiles. She woke us gently, then waited patiently while Laura and I yawned and stretched, and sat up on the edge of our bed.

She laid down a small leather attaché case on the bed “I will assist you with your evening wear, madams.”

“What’s in the case?” I asked.

“I do not know, Madame. I do not have the key, and I am not permitted to open anything without Monsieur Lucian’s permission. He will arrive soon and open it.” A small, sly smile crept over her pouting lips. “I suppose it contains special things men love to lock onto beautiful women.”

I studied her as she busied herself with our eveningwear. Around her slim neck she wore a strange black collar of wide, thick leather with a gold-plated steel ring attached to the front. There was a number made of two silver numerals riveted to the front; one-hundred- eighty-seven. Her collar was studded with a line of sparkling gems circling all the way around the wide leather band. “Are those real diamonds?”

“Oui, madame. Is it not beautiful? I feel so favored that they make me wear it.”

“Aren’t you afraid it might be stolen, or lost?”

“Oh, non, madame. It is locked around my neck. No one can remove it, not even me.” She lifted her hand and turned her back, pointing to the rectangular steel plate with a tiny keyhole.

I stifled a gasp. She wore matching wrist cuffs, with the same lock and dangling gold-plated ring. She also had leather cuffs locked around her ankles, with gold-plated rings and silver bells that tinkled as she moved about the room. She sat us down and spent a good hour styling our hair. Laura’s was glossy raven bangs of page-boy styled hair. The pointed tips caressing her cheeks. It shimmered like oiled silk perfectly shaped to draw attention to her crimson Cupid’s bow lips and her sparkling white teeth. My golden strands cascaded down and flowed over my graceful shoulders.

The maid removed the gowns from the closet and laid them on our beds. There were two sequined, strapless evening gowns with long slits cut from the top of our crotch, down through the ankle-length hem in front. When we wore them, it would be centered directly over where our p*****s are, between our thighs. There was an emerald green gown for Laura, matching her eyes and accentuating the surging twin beauties of her breasts and luscious curves of her waist, making the blood in male veins pound hot and fast. Mine was a deep, intense blue gown, accenting the vivid blue of my eyes.

I poked my nose into the now empty closet, “Where are our bras and panties?” I couldn’t find our luggage, and there was no dresser in the room.

“None, madame,” the maid said. “Undergarments are forbidden in Harrowcroft. See, madame?” The maid shamelessly lifted her extremely short, black, lace-trimmed French maid’s skirt and revealed the dark luster of her pubic hair.

“The men, too?” I gasped.

“Oui, madame. It is the law of Harrowcroft, ‘There shall be no hindrance or delay to men’s pleasure’.”

I stared at her as she smiled so innocently while displaying her feminine charms. A chill dribbled down inside my spine and I turned away quickly. “Laura,” I said with a strained whisper. “Do they expect you and I to...to...”

She winked at me and covered her smile as she released another of her trademark giggles.

“Really, Val! You have had your head buried in the sand for so many years. This is the year 2012! And we are in Harrowcroft. It’s time for you to toss out all those old-maid, Victorian lies society tries to steal our happiness with. Now, let’s get dressed and be ready for Lucian to escort us downstairs for cocktails...and c**k tales! I’m dying for a drink, aren’t you?”