Summer Hire Ch. 10

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LunchMelissa looked in a mirror that was hanging in the salon’s vestibule as she walked out to the sidewalk with Erik. They were holding hands. The cut and style that Henri had given her were bolder and more sophisticated than anything she would have tried on her own. One of his assistants had taken her through how to duplicate the style on her own, twice, starting from a fresh shampoo. The repeated instruction had been a little tedious, but she was glad they had been careful to make sure she could repeat it.The salon’s makeup stylist had also taught her daytime and evening makeup, and then loaded her up with supplies. Combined with the haircare products the styling assistant had given her, and the polishes and UV cure light that the manicurist had given her, she was carrying a bulging bag that they had given her.Melissa was glad that Erik seemed very pleased with the result. She had to admit that she liked the result as well. At first, she had been worried that they were going to try to turn her into some ‘make-over’ fashion model wanna-be. But, to her surprise, the ending point wasn’t terribly different from where she had started, just somehow much more elegant.The daytime make-up that she had on was actually more understated than what she had used at other times. Thinking about the last several days, Melissa realized it was ironic that she had hardly worn any make-up around Erik before now. There just hadn’t been any time, or she wasn’t in the mood. In her resentment about showing up at his house on Sunday, she’d waited until the last minute to pack and hadn’t had any time for make-up.Thinking back to her confused feelings while she was packing, she was surprised how different she felt now. It seemed as though she had gone to a foreign country on vacation. The sense of foreignness reminded her of one winter break in college when she and some girlfriends had gone to a resort in the Caribbean. Their regular world had disappeared. Instead, there was this fun new place to explore. She didn’t have to worry about anything, and all these friendly people were taking care of her.Melissa wished she could relax now and enjoy all these new experiences more, but the whole ‘sex slave’ role made her nervous. She wasn’t sure how she was expected to behave, or if she wanted to behave that way, whatever ‘that way’ was. Talking with Serena and Deborah had helped, but those conversations had also raised as many questions as they answered.Even though Serena seemed quite content in her role, Melissa couldn’t quite get away from seeing Serena as a high-priced whore, at least in part. But if that was true, Melissa wasn’t sure what she was. It did seem clear that ‘sex slave’ wouldn’t almanbahis look good on her résumé.All through college, she had fought against her ‘bad girl’ desires and behavior. Even though she had given in far too many times – walking what she thought of as ‘the dark side’ – she’d never thought she would sign up to be somebody’s private whore. Full of uncertainty, she glanced over at Erik as they walked to the car. He didn’t treat her as a whore. Of course, he didn’t treat Serena that way either. It was frustrating. Melissa didn’t know how to make sense of it all.Erik looked over at her, feeling her attention on him. He observed, “You’re being quiet.”“Yeah… it’s all so much at once… and so different. Sitting in the salon, I had a chance to think about… everything, but it still doesn’t really make sense. I’m not sure how I fit into this world of yours.”He smiled reassuring, then tilted his head to the side, acknowledging his own uncertainty, “Truth is, I don’t know either. My plan is for us to just feel our way through, and find out what seems right. I know that may not be the most reassuring thing for me to say… and I can pretty much guarantee we’ll screw up a few times along the way… but, the thing is, it doesn’t worry me too much. It’s like what you pointed out this morning; you’re not made of porcelain. I know you’re right. I’m pretty sure we’ll survive the inevitable missteps. At the end of the day, I’ve got a sense that there’s something real here, something good, and I really want to see where it goes. So, I don’t worry too much. For now, I’m simply happy to be here, with you.”Melissa felt her breath catch at his willingness to put such feelings right out there. She was also a little wary about his casual confidence about how to proceed. This whole adventure felt like such a monumental risk, and he was so nonchalant about it.He saw she still seemed unsettled, so he said, “Here, let’s throw your stuff in the car and have a quiet lunch in the village.”She nodded, suddenly finding herself unsure if she could speak without tears. She didn’t know where these feelings were coming from, but she was feeling assaulted by too many things at once. She felt simultaneously happy and fragile. She wondered if she had lied. Maybe she really was porcelain.Erik had stopped, standing next to a deep blue sports car that she didn’t remember seeing in his garage. The car was bigger and lower than his Porsche. It looked like something that James Bond would drive. Erik beeped the key fob to open the trunk and she quietly put her bag into the car.He watched her and asked, “Are you okay? Do you need a minute?”She nodded ‘yes,’ closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The expansion almanbahis yeni giriş of her rib cage made her suddenly aware of her breasts straining against the fabric of her sundress. She burst out laughing, not entirely sure at first if it was hysteria or just a release of the tension. Finally settling down to a chuckle, she realized that she felt much calmer and decided that she’d simply needed to release all the tension that had accumulated.He smiled, a little puzzled.She explained, “I’m not used to going around without a bra. All of a sudden, it seemed… sort of silly, at a point where I desperately needed silly.”He nodded, “Good. Silly is good. I don’t usually have enough silly in my life.”“Well, you do sort of have a dry sense of humor.”He smiled, “Guilty as charged.” Then he closed the trunk and offered her his arm, “Shall we?”“Lead on, MacDuff.”Erik said quietly, mostly to himself, “And damned be him who first cry, ‘hold, enough.’” Melissa was amused by his recognition of her Macbeth reference, although she wasn’t sure why it also left her vaguely unsettled.The restaurant turned out to be a short walk away. The small town that Erik called a ‘village’ really did feel like a small country village, spread out along the bank of an old mill stream. On the drive to the hair salon, Serena had told her the village was indeed an old mill town, but one whose present day ‘industry’ was shops catering to the local well-to-do. Serena and Melissa had passed a saddlery on the way in, which Serena mentioned ran a thriving side business making custom leather goods for kinky rich customers.When they walked into the restaurant, Melissa saw the back wall was mostly windows, overlooking the large stream flowing lazily by. There was a small deck outside, which seemed to overhang the water. Despite being a Monday, the restaurant was moderately crowded. An older woman bustled over, her energy at odds with her grey hair and stoutness. Erik called out, “Nina, I’d like you to meet Melissa.”Nina gave them a broad smile, “It’s a pleasure! Welcome to the Haymarket Inn.” She turned to Erik, “It’s so nice to see you with such a lovely young woman.” Turning back to Melissa, she added, “He eats alone far too much.”Erik laughed, “It’s because I enjoy your food too much to stay away, simply for the lack of a dinner companion. Besides, I like eating by myself. I always bring a good book.”With a ‘humph,’ Nina picked up two menus and turned to lead them out to the deck, muttering as she walked, “I’d pick her over some book.”Erik was shaking his head, protesting Nina’s comment, but his eyes twinkled in agreement.They reached a table in the corner of the deck, near the railing. almanbahis giriş Nina said, “The day warmed up nicely. Let me know if it gets too hot for you in the sun, I can pull an umbrella over.” She paused a moment to look at Melissa’s fair skin, “On second thought, I’ll tell Claudia to bring an umbrella over when she comes out.” To Melissa, she said, “You look like you burn, rather than tan.”Melissa grinned back, “It’s my Irish blood. I do eventually tan, but I have to be really careful about not burning first. Thank god, I don’t get freckles.”“Well, let’s see if we can’t keep you from burning today.” With that, Nina turned and hurried away.Melissa laughed, “Wow, she’s full of energy.”Erik agreed, “That’s for sure. She puts it to good use, though. This is a great place. Her partner, Leslie, runs the kitchen. She’s an awesome chef.”“Do you mean business partner or ‘partner’ partner?”“Both.”“Oh my God, they’re not part of your kink community too?”He laughed, shaking his head, “No, no. I’m not sure whether they’re kinky or not in their own home, but they don’t have anything to do with my BDSM crowd.”“Uh, that’s a relief. It’s nice that you know some straight folks.”“Uh, well she’s not actually straight, but yeah, it’s definitely a vanilla world out there. I live in it too. The truth is, most of my time, I’m deeply imbedded in the vanilla world.”She looked at him, a little puzzled, so he explained further, “Most of the year, I’m gone for months at a time to work with one company or another. Those assignments tend to be very intense, 24/7 sorts of engagements. I don’t have much time to go exploring a new town, certainly not to find the sort of community connections I’ve managed to build up around here.“Plus, a lot of the companies I work with are in small towns where word travels fast. Even if I had a vanilla relationship, it could complicate my work. People in these towns tend to get pretty riled up over a guy who comes in, changes everything around, lays off and fires lots of folks. A bondage and discipline relationship… if it came out that I like beating women, that could lead to some seriously bad things.”Melissa nodded, “I can see where ‘beating women’ could be misunderstood. Hell, I still have problems wrapping my head around it. A lot of the time, I’m seriously uncomfortable with the idea that I like being spanked and whipped.”“Yeah, It’s a hard transition to make. I’ve always thought it’s a little bit like when gay people first discover they’re gay. It’s not a comfortable thing to face, but the persistent reality of the feelings… that reality eventually eats away at what had seemed like rock-solid beliefs… for most folks, at least. I guess some folks stay in denial. Others… not so good.”He gave her a quick grin and continued, “I suspect for you, especially with all those old ‘good Catholic girl’ messages, there’s bound to be some guilt and shame to deal with in enjoying all this kink stuff.

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