Chapter 7: A Night with Olivia

“You can recognise which locks you can open by the colour of the palm pad, Lady,” says Olivia. “White pads control locks everyone can open, blue ones only open for Ladies and Mistresses, and Black ones are for Mistresses use only. The colour coding matches the colours associated with each caste.”

I had already surmised that was the reason for the different coloured palm pads around the place, but I wasn’t aware any of the rooms in the entertainment building had blue coded locks. My previous visits to this building were brief, and I wasn’t paying any attention to the colours on the locks.

“Rooms E501 and E502 are fitted out as bedrooms with a king sized bed, Lady. They are for couples or threesomes wanting traditional sex. Upstairs the rooms are for more adventurous games.”

Olivia’s body language is an open invitation for me to take advantage of the situation. She is practically begging for me to use her body as my plaything. All I need to do is to decide how.

“Let’s take a look at the rooms upstairs,” I say.

“Room E520, Lady,” says Olivia as we reach the upper level. I unlock the door and study the large room fitted out with four two-seater settees around a raised platform with a dancing pole in the centre. I spend a minute or so taking in the scene before moving next door to E521. I’ve already seen this room. The sheik’s harem. This is where the five Slaves were busy lounging about and oiling each other when Stephanie collected them earlier.

“We call these two rooms the Strip Club and the Harem,” says Olivia.

I walk back to the room Olivia called the Strip Club and go inside. Olivia follows close behind.

“Have you ever performed a pole dance?” I ask Olivia.

“No, Lady.”

“What about a strip tease?”

“Um ... yes ... sort of ... once, Lady. At the graduation party when I left medical school.”

“Would you like to perform one now?”

“Are you ordering me to do a strip tease on the stage?” asks Olivia with some uncertainty.

“I’m not a Mistress, so I can’t command you to do anything. I am asking you.”

“Um ... err ... I’m not sure it would be a very good strip tease, Lady, but okay. I’ll give it a go.”

“Good. Select the music you want from the CD collection over there and start when you are ready.”

Despite her obvious desire to get inside my pants, Olivia is very nervous. She takes a minute or two choosing some music and she seems all thumbs when it comes to putting the CD in the player. Eventually she finds the right track and she positions herself on the stage. I don’t recognise the music but it’s clearly a tune Olivia knows. She starts gyrating to the music and after about thirty seconds she begins to find some rhythm to her movements. Off comes her shoes, then her skirt, to be quickly followed by her top. Of course her tits were already exposed, so there’s nothing much to reveal above her waist. It’s her panties which she seems reluctant to remove.

She twice seems about to drop her panties, but both times she loses her nerve. The music track must be nearing an end because she finally takes a deep breath and slips off her panties. She tries to put her hand over her cunt, but at the last second decides not to do so. I can’t resist taking a closer look at the words tattooed above her cunt. Despite her embarrassment, Olivia permits me to make a closer inspection. The words are in a fancy script and read ‘Flynn’s Fuck Bunny’.

“Who is Flynn?” I ask.

“My husband,” replies Olivia.

“You’re married?!?”

“Yes, Lady,” replies Olivia as though she’s ashamed of the fact. “Sort of. Flynn’s in prison and he’s not due to be released for another ten years. He was part of gang smuggling drugs into several countries overseas. Flynn was lucky not to be caught in one of the countries who dish out death sentences for drug smuggling. As it is, he has a long sentence to serve.”

“So why haven’t you had the tattoo removed?” I reply.

“Flynn has always called me his fuck bunny and the tattoo is a token of his ownership of me. I like to feel owned, even by someone like Flynn. So although Flynn’s far away from me, I still wear his token. It’s why I need to belong to the Slave caste here.”

“But why work here at all?”

“Because Flynn’s gang associates promised him they would look after me, Lady. But their help came at the price of me letting them fuck me. Flynn would probably kill me for allowing another man between my legs, despite my not having a choice. In any case, I’d had enough of living in their sordid world. Living here I am safe and I can enjoy sex without worrying about becoming pregnant or getting coerced into doing something illegal.”

“I understand, but why did you feel so embarrassed about showing the tattoo to me?”

“I didn’t know how you would react when you saw it and discovered that I’m married. Some members get very uptight about having sex with a married woman.”

“Well, I’m not one of them,” I reply gently running my hand over her firm tits and down her body. Olivia yields to my touch and seconds later we are locked in a deep kiss. I draw the pair of us towards one of the couches.

Sex with Brooke yesterday was a hurried passionate romp, whereas tonight Olivia and I have plenty of time. I also suspect that despite what the tattoo implies, Olivia prefers a more gentle style of sex. If I had given her a choice of venue for tonight I believe she would have chosen one of the rooms downstairs.

Olivia seems hesitant in her response to my intimate touches and probing fingers. She does nothing to stop my roaming hands and she clearly wants sex with me, but she seems strangely shy about putting her desires into practice.

“Are you going to tie me up, Lady?”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“Only if it pleases you, Lady.”

Which, of course, isn’t a very helpful answer. Olivia is an enigma. She clearly likes my invasion of her body but she feels guilty for finding it pleasurable. She can’t seem to make her mind up about how she should respond.

“What is troubling you, Olivia?” I ask.

“I’m a perverted whore, Lady.”

“Huh? What on earth makes you say that?”

“That’s what Flynn calls me. His fuck bunny and a perverted whore. I’m so used to being humiliated and degraded as part of having sex, I don’t seem able to return any form of intimacy which doesn’t include those elements. I want to, but I don’t know if I can.”

“Have you never had sex with anyone else here?” I ask.

“A couple of the members from the Mistress caste have taken their pleasure of my body, but those occasions were a lot like how Flynn used to take me. A lot of demeaning words and no concern for my pleasure. There are several like you who I feel drawn towards, but I get clumsy when the critical moment arrives.”

“And yet you seem able to have an orgasm without too much trouble?” I say, recalling the strength of her orgasm in response to the electronic vibrator.

“Yes, but that’s because I had no control over the use of my body.”

This isn’t how I was planning our intimate game to play out. I could take control of our coupling and crudely order Olivia to perform whatever acts I desire. She’d probably respond without complaint, but it wouldn’t be a consensual act and I’m not into forced sex.

“How about we relocate to one of the rooms downstairs. We can lie in bed and take things as they come.”

I’m relieved that Olivia agrees without saying something like ‘if you want’. She gathers her clothes but doesn’t bother to put them on. She seems quite happy to walk about naked. I tidy up the room and take Olivia to room E501. At first glance the room looks like an ordinary hotel room with a generously large bed. But there are items you wouldn’t find in your run-of-the-mill hotel room. There’s some handcuffs and silk rope in one of the drawers. The bed’s headboard and footboard contain discreet anchor points for ropes or chains. And there’s an abundance of mirrors around the walls and on the ceiling over the bed.

I take my time exploring the room’s facilities to see what Olivia does. She makes no effort to dress herself and simply folds her clothes and puts them on a chair. Then she does something I wasn’t expecting. She ties her hair in a high pony tail before turning to face me with her legs slightly apart. Then she places her hands on her head. Does she realise how adorable she looks in that position? I suspect that she does since she’s angled her arms exactly right to display her tits to full advantage. I can’t resist going to her and resuming my assault on her body with my roaming hands while I kiss her lips. Olivia returns the kiss, but leaves her hands in position.

I’m still fully dressed; or at least what passes for fully dressed at La Chatte Heureuse. Olivia shows no sign of trying to undress me, even though I wish that she would. Ordering her to do so would be pointless and removing my own clothes seems premature at the moment. I’ve not forgotten what Judith said about this building being open for use 24 hours a day. We could stay in this room all night if we choose to do so.