The Adam & Eve Trilogy

Chapter Four-2

“Please take a seat, Laura,” Williamson said.

Laura sat down on one of the leather sofas.

“Thank you.”

“Would you like a drink?”

Though she felt extremely thirsty, she politely declined.

“Oh come now, Laura. Let’s live it up a little. This is a night club, after all. You are the first person in my ten years of ownership who has refused a drink.”

“Oh well. OK. A glass of water would be nice.”

Williamson walked over to the bar.

“Pellegrino or Perrier?”

“Umm, either. You decide.”

“I like that. Owner’s choice. OK.”

Williamson poured their drinks in heavy crystal glassware and handed one to Laura by the stem. He sat down a few feet away from her on the couch.

“Cheers, Laura,” he said, taking a drink.

“Thank you, Mr. Williamson.”

She sipped her sparkling water.

“Call me Phillipe.”

“OK.”

“Do you like your drink, Laura?”

“Yes, thank you. It’s very refreshing, Phillipe.”

They both sipped their drinks for a moment.

“Uhh, you were going to…” Laura said to break the silence.

“Oh yes, I’d totally forgotten. What did you say my employee’s name was?”

“Stephen. I’m sorry; I forgot to ask for his last name.”

“That’s OK. I’m sure we can track him down.”

Laura watched Williamson walk over to his desk, put his glass down and open a few cabinet drawers, looking for something. He took one last swallow of his water, set the glass down on the bar and made a call on his cell phone.

“Firmin, yes. I can’t seem to find the employee paperwork. Did you move it? Listen, do you know if there is an employee named Stephen on the schedule tonight? He works security, right?” he asked Laura.

Laura nodded.

“Yes. Well, go on the main computer in our administrative offices and check to see who’s on the shift tonight and try to track him down. He has a visitor. If you find someone with the first name of Stephen, send him to my office. Thanks… There. Firmin will report back to me in a few minutes. If he’s on shift, your friend should be here momentarily.”

“I’m terribly sorry, Phillipe. I’m afraid I’ve caused a big inconvenience. Perhaps I should...”

“Don’t be silly, sit down, Laura, it’s no problem at all. He’s probably out on the perimeter of my property, doing a security check. The neighborhood here can be a little dangerous. I bought the property for a song, years ago. It used to be a slaughterhouse, I’m told. Anyway, I’m sure he’ll be here in a few minutes. If he’s here, we’ll find him. Sit back. Relax.”

“OK. I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all, really. It’s a pleasure, actually.”

Williamson walked over to the entrance and gently shut the door.

“Uhh, Phillipe?”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind reopening the door?”

“Sure.”

Williamson reopened the door.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Laura?”

“No, no.”

“I certainly don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You’re not, Phillipe. You’re a perfect gentleman…”

“Thank you, Laura… So in the few minutes we have, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself. I’m curious about you.”

Laura perked up and sat up on the edge of the couch, still clutching her glass by the stem. Williamson walked over to his desk and leaned back against it. He looked down at her as they talked, admiring her pretty face, her long blond hair, her lovely eyes, her full red lips, and how the curves of her body and outline of her breasts and n*****s could clearly be seen under the clingy red silk fabric of her dress. Williamson noticed how Laura kept pressing her thighs together as she spoke.

“Well, as you guessed, I’m married. Almost three years now. My husband, Roger, is a minister at Our Savior Presbyterian Church. Have you heard of the church?

“Why yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I drive by it almost every day on my way to work. I own a condo only a mile or two away. Nice location. So you’re a Christian, Laura?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Maybe you could clear something up for me, a question that has always confused and bothered me my whole life. Maybe you’re the perfect person to explain it to me.”

“I’ll try.”

“OK. At the beginning of the bible, God creates the Heavens and the Earth and the first two people, Adam and Eve. I’ve always liked the image of the first man and woman, nude and unashamed of their bodies, in love, surrounded by carnivorous animals that weren’t attacking them, the lion lays down with the lamb, etcetera, sexy place, right? It’s paradise. Now, I haven’t been to church since I was a kid when one of my foster parents, who was a Christian, would take me, so I might have the facts mixed up, but God came along and told Adam and Eve they could do anything they wanted but they could not eat this piece of fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, which revealed the difference between Good and Evil. Eve, of course, it’s always the sexy naked woman’s fault, isn’t it? Eve was tempted by a snake and she took a bite, and because they ignored God’s seemingly, at least to me, irrational and arbitrary set of rules, they are both cast out of Paradise and, as a result, through eternity, men and women would be forever ashamed of their bodies and their sexuality. The whole thing is confusing to me. And it was really the snake’s fault anyway, it seems to me.”

Laura considered Williamson’s words carefully before she spoke.

“Don’t feel bad if the scripture from Genesis confuses you, Phillipe. It confuses me too actually and biblical scholars have been trying for centuries to decipher its meaning. I’m not an expert either and perhaps my husband would be better able to explain it, but I think it has something to do with a moral code that the Creator wished to impart on us, that we as Christians have a free will to choose which path to go down, be it the path of righteousness or the path of”-

Williamson interrupted her.

“The God of the Old Testament is really more like an irrational Greek God, it seems to me, smiting down his enemies, making people suffer plagues if they’re from a culture, if they worship more than one God. The God of the Old Testament punished people harshly for not worshipping Him as the One True God, for expressing their natural sexuality. You know, Laura, I’ve really tried to make my club here a kind of safe refuge, a haven from the s****l shame God imposed upon mankind, to create a kind of new Paradise, a Garden of Eden, within these walls, where sexuality between a man and a woman can be naturally expressed. That’s where I got the title from – The A and E Club. The Adam and Eve Club. A place where men and women can overcome the repression imposed upon them by our shame-based culture… You know, I was thinking, the way God arbitrarily punished Adam and Eve is very similar in a way with what you saw in the show last night, remember?”

“What?”

Suddenly Laura stopped breathing. She looked into Williamson’s smiling eyes, then looked down at her hands.

He was there. It was his cologne. He saw me. He knows it was me, in the dark, watching the show from the back of his club. It was him…

Laura started feeling nervous, like a mouse caught in a trap.

Where was Stephen? Why wasn’t he coming? Maybe he wasn’t working tonight. Then what am I still doing here?

“Did you like the scenario? I wrote it, kind of like an adult retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Do you remember at the beginning, the reason the Dom punished Belle was so arbitrary – which is one of the reasons why it’s so sexy on stage; she’s given several hard slaps just because she gives the incorrect response when the Dom asked her what her name was. She said “Belle”, instead of the correct response, “My name is Submissive”. It’s just like when God kicks Adam and Eve out of paradise just for eating an apple. The power God has over Adam and Eve is kind of sexy, like the power a Dom has over his sub. And God really entrapped them I think. He said, Adam and Eve, you can do anything you want but eat this luscious sweet tasty red apple growing on this tree here. If you put it that way, how can you refuse it? You’re going to be like Snow White and take a bite, right? Here’s another example. In “Beauty and the Beast”, the Beast tells his beautiful prisoner; what was the name of the princess in that story? It was Belle too, wasn’t it? Do you remember, Laura? Was her name Belle too?”

“It was,” Laura whispered.

“Well, isn’t that a coincidence. So the Beast tells Belle she can go anywhere she wants in his castle, except one place. The West Wing. That is forbidden. Where do you think the girl is going to want to go the first chance she gets? The West Wing, of course! I hope you don’t mind me talking to you like this, Laura. I’m excited to meet you and talk to you. I’ve never really met a real Christian before. I mean, the foster parents that took me to church said they were Christians, but they also smacked the s**t out of me every time I got out of line, so I think that disqualifies them from being true Christians, or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t really know.”

“Phillipe, it’s getting late. Perhaps I should...”

“I was thinking, in watching the show last night, I need to do some revisions to the scenario. Our current subs have lost their fear of the slapping board and the lash, and they’re not good enough actresses to really convince the audience that they are legitimately afraid of the punishment, which in my opinion is where the real s****l excitement comes from. To see a submissive truly afraid to submit to punishment, then as she’s being disciplined, to witness that first moment when she discovers how much she likes submitting to it, how much she likes being bound by ropes and chains, helpless and at the complete mercy of her powerful Dom. And then, to be a part of the exquisite moment when she realizes and accepts her deep s****l response to the slaps and lashes of her Dom, and to see her crave for the next moment when she will be allowed to submit to the desires of her Dom again and fulfill them – that is what I’m trying to depict in these shows, Laura.”

Williamson reached out and lifted Laura’s chin with his fingers, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, Laura? Perhaps I should make myself a little clearer. I’m talking about you, Laura. You have the nature of a sweet and obedient submissive. You are so pretty and feminine; I thought you might understand this better than anyone. Doesn’t it sound a little frightening, but also very sexy submitting to your Dom in such a manner? Laura?”

“I don’t… understand you. How could you want to cause pain to a woman? How could that be sexy?” Laura asked.

She clenched her thighs together, trying to hide the intensely s****l response his words were triggering her to feel, but she could do nothing to mask the musky odor of her arousal emanating from within the moist open folds of her s*x. As Williamson calmly spoke, he took a form and a pen out of his desk and carefully approached her, as if she was a lovely wild animal and he was afraid any sudden movement would scare away.

“You needn’t worry about the pain, Laura. It is brief and fleeting, a minor discomfort, a mirage really. The Dom does not want to cause pain in his sub, it is but a means to open the door to her pleasure. You see, the pain is what leads to the pleasure. I know this is all very new to you. You have to try to trust me, Laura. Of all the women I’ve ever trained, you come to me as the purest and most innocent one. I know a relationship with me will make you happier than you could ever hope to feel and I know you would make me the happiest man alive, if only you would trust me. Please, let me try to explain.”

Williamson moved slowly down closer to her, the form in his hand. Laura stared straight ahead of her. It was as if he had captured some kind of rare and exotic creature and like a magician, held her captive with his words. Seeing her sitting next to him on the couch with her legs crossed, he realized he really liked the company of Laura and enjoyed talking to her. He could see a future with her, in all the various facets of his life. He felt a little jealous of her husband, but he didn’t get to where he was by not going after what he wanted in life. There were always obstacles to overcome and Williamson was not going to shy away from a challenge. Williamson saw Laura glance at the form. The tiny black print was difficult to read in the dim lighting, but a few bold-faced words such as “consensual”, “safe word” and “pain threshold” jumped out at her.