Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

"Dinner?" Kimberly asked, suddenly feeling apprehensive. "I thought this was to be a business meeting." She was starting to doubt whether this was Pat's doing. If it wasn't, that probably meant this was an escort or otherwise equally repugnant service for women who had nothing better to do. Deciding it was time to put an end to this charade, she said, "I hadn't planned on dinner."

"Of course not," Taryn replied. "I just thought you might be hungry. As I recall, you mentioned something about your friend not showing up for dinner at the restaurant. Am I being presumptuous in assuming you have not eaten?"

"Well, no," Kimberly replied. Much to her embarrassment, her stomach growled. "I skipped lunch today," she explained, placing her hand over her stomach.

"Then it's settled!" Taryn stated. "Now would you like that drink?"

"Yes, I'll have whatever you're having," Kimberly told her.

Taryn laughed and held her glass up. "Are you sure? This is a very wicked concoction. I picked it up from a friend of mine. She owns a bar and she likes to come up with all sorts of exotic drinks. It's awfully potent," she warned.

"What's in it?"

"Bartender's secret," Taryn replied. "Trudi will not divulge her recipes to anyone. Sometimes I think she forgets from one time to the next what she puts in them." Laughing, Taryn walked to the bar and withdrew a decanter from underneath. As she poured the drink, she wondered if it would have the same effects on Kimberly that it had on Lisa. It would be interesting to find out.

Kimberly watched her every move, feeling some trepidation when Taryn handed her the drink. Tentatively, she took her first sip. It was surprisingly smooth. "Um, this is good," she said.

Taryn smiled and sat down beside Kimberly. She leaned back and placed her arm casually on the couch behind her. Her hand grazed Kimberly's neck. Seeming startled, Kimberly leaned forward so Taryn's hand was no longer touching her. Taryn smiled and moved her hand away. "Did you read the literature Taylor gave you?" she asked.

"Yes, I looked it over," Kimberly replied. She squirmed uneasily in her seat, wishing Taryn wasn't sitting quite so close.

Feeling very mischievous with her nervous guest, Taryn set her drink on the table beside her. She leaned forward and placed her hand on Kimberly's knee. "Well, what do you think?" she asked.

Kimberly found her discomfort fading, replaced with a strange sense of excitement and curiosity. "I might be interested," she said.

"Of course, it would help if you could provide me with more information as to what services you offer."

Taryn laughed. "Better still, I'll show you around after dinner," she said. "This is where most of our excursions take place. There's really a lot to see if you have time," she added, smiling suggestively.

"Okay," Kimberly agreed. Although she felt uneasy, her curiosity was piqued enough to make her want to stay and learn more.

Taryn noticed the change. As she'd hoped, Kimberly Justin's curiosity had gotten the better of her. Fortunately, dinner was announced before she had time to change her mind. "Shall we?"

Taryn asked, motioning toward the dining room. She stood and offered Kimberly her hand.

Kimberly trembled when Taryn touched her. She felt an unexplainable weakness and trembling in her legs. As if sensing her weakness, Taryn drew her very close. Kimberly's heart was racing as she breathed the fragrance of her host's perfume. Taryn's face was so perfect and her body so beautiful, Kimberly could not remove her eyes from her.

Likewise, Taryn's senses were so focused on Kimberly, she anticipated her every need. There was warmth radiating from her body. Faintly scented with the female pheromone, it gave hint of the wetness forming between her legs. Taryn moved her hand so that her fingers were resting against Kimberly's breast. When there was no protest, she casually moved her arm and brushed her finger over the nipple. "Sorry," she said, smiling apologetically at Kimberly.

Although relieved to learn the touch was accidental, Kimberly felt dizzy nonetheless. The excitement, the confusion, and the alcohol made everything seem overwhelming at this point. Images from the two women in the video appeared in her thoughts once more.

Unguarded for a moment, she looked at Taryn and wondered what her sexual preferences might be.

As they approached the table, Kimberly found herself not wanting to separate from the woman beside her. As Taryn withdrew her arm, Kimberly felt her long fingers brushing ever so lightly over her nipple

– there for a moment, then gone. She wondered if the caress was intentional this time. For a fleeting moment she also wondered how it would feel if Taryn suckled her breasts. They still ached for release, Mark having never given it to her last evening.

Taryn watched Kimberly very carefully, wondering what thoughts were going through her mind right now. She pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit down.

Shaking her head in an effort to rid herself of her wayward thoughts, Kimberly smiled and took the chair Taryn offered. This evening was making less and less sense. As Taryn proceeded to the other side of the table, Kimberly looked about the room. It was very austere in comparison to what she'd seen thus far. Standing by the table was a woman clad in a maid's uniform. She pulled the chair out for Taryn, bowing to her once she was seated.

Kimberly noticed a band of black velvet encircling the woman's neck. There were five diamonds embedded in the front. When she turned to walk away, Kimberly also noticed that she was shackled. A chain consisting of five links was attached to her ankles. The bands around her ankles were also circles of velvet, each embedded with five diamonds. Something magical about the number five? Kimberly also wondered at the restraints, thinking how easy it would be for the woman to tear loose. Yet, she hobbled as if irrefutably fettered to her chains. Knowing of course that this woman was probably an actress and this was her costume, Kimberly tried to dismiss her thoughts. She recalled as a child being told she had an overactive imagination.

Perhaps her parents were right.

Taryn smiled with amusement as she watched Kimberly's changing expressions. One moment she appeared shocked and the next moment she was smiling as though she'd just caught the punch line to some macabre joke. Taryn decided to heighten the suspense a little. "Are you forgetting something?" she asked the maid.

Acting as a humble servant to her mistress, the woman knelt on the floor in front of Taryn. She bowed her head and stared at Taryn's feet.

"Will there be anything else, Miss Williams?" she whispered.

Kimberly watched the woman. She seemed to be trembling with fear, her hands visibly shaking where they rested on her thighs. The light from the chandelier caught one of the diamond's natural prisms.

It seemed odd to see such jewels on a servant. However, this was all fantasy; therefore, anything and everything was possible.

Taryn lifted her foot and placed it on the maid's left thigh. "Jill, I've a spot on my shoe. Will you clean it for me?" she asked very politely.

Aghast for a moment, Kimberly watched speechlessly as Jill bent and licked Taryn's shoe. She seemed eager, offering tiny sighs of pleasure as she licked the dark leather that encased Taryn's foot.

When Kimberly looked up, she saw that Taryn was staring at her.

When their gazes met, she did not flinch, nor did she falter. She smiled and removed her foot from Jill's thigh. "Would you like your reward now?" she asked.

Jill's lips quivered. She hesitated for a moment despite knowing that hesitation was not allowed. It was only seconds before she felt the sharp sting of Taryn's hand against her cheek. Hurriedly, she scrambled to her feet. "Yes, please," she whispered. "What do you wish me to bring?"