The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (5 page)

After placing some phone calls to a couple friends, but mainly leaving a voicemail for Lily in regards to her return in a couple weeks, there wasn’t much left to do. She provided James with a copy of all her bills and monthly obligations. It wasn’t as if Becca still had a job or anything that would require her to tidy up many loose ends. As for her parents, Becca certainly wasn’t going to call them and say that she was going to test out a BDSM relationship with her as the submissive for the next two months. She usually called them once a week to check in and would continue to do so, although a small doubt clouded her thoughts that maybe Lane and Ross wouldn’t allow her. James laughed when she voiced her concern, saying that the Ellison men didn’t want to control every aspect of her life, just her sexual experiences and her social calendar.

Once Becca was ready leave her apartment, without any luggage, James escorted her to the black town car that she’d seen him drive on Friday night. Becca had asked about her car, wondering what she’d do if she needed it, but James assured her that Lane and Ross would see to her transportation needs. In addition, if for some reason the two-month trial period didn’t go as planned, he would assist with her transition back home.

The ride was short, as James didn’t take her immediately to Lane and Ross’s residence. Instead, he took her to a midtown spa that Becca wouldn’t have been able to afford if she’d saved for a year. The entrance was lit by crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It also contained a chocolate fondue fountain that was surrounded by freshly cut fruit, plush furniture, and champagne flutes sitting off to the side, waiting to be filled with Cristal. As Becca had begun to voice her hesitation, James informed her that Lane and Ross had handled all the details. James spoke in a hushed voice to the woman behind the counter, although Becca heard him order the Fidelity Especial, before the tall blonde picked up the phone.

So now here she was, being whisked off by another woman who was slightly older. Becca turned to see the black curtain close behind her and James leaning against the counter to continue his conversation with the receptionist. She briefly wondered if they were still discussing her, but when the woman said her name was Janet and insisted that she disrobe, Becca’s attention was brought back to her current situation.

“Excuse me, but what’s the Fidelity Especial?”

Janet laughed and placed a white towel on the table in the center of the room. “You must be one of Ms. Van Camp’s new applicants. Every newcomer asks the same question.”

“You make it sound like there are a lot of us.” Becca was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact there were that many women who possessed her yearnings.

“Enough that we’ve got a specific process for those special clients from the Order,” Janet replied. “There are two of us that Ms. Van Camp trusts to do the job, me and Valerie. But per the nondisclosure contract we signed, we really aren’t supposed to talk about the other women. Just know you aren’t alone, dear. Now, as I said, please disrobe and we’ll make you presentable for your men.”

Becca waited until Janet walked out and closed the door behind her before she started to undress. As she placed each piece of clothing on the chair, Becca couldn’t help but wonder about the other women. Were they for other men or had Lane and Ross used the placement agency before, and why had Janet referred to it as the Order? Janet had never really said what the Fidelity Especial was and Becca found herself a little self-conscious as she scooted on the table and covered herself with the towel that she was provided. What did the other women look like? Were they like her, or what Becca assumed earlier about the type of woman Lane and Ross would find attractive? Images of their heated gaze returned, producing that initial reaction of arousal. Becca grabbed the towel around her breasts and tightened her grip. She shouldn’t be having that type of reaction when she was about to—what was about to happen?

“Knock-knock,” Janet said, her voice coming from behind the door.

“Yes,” Becca replied, then tried to suppress a small cough. “I’m ready.”

“Wonderful.” Janet entered and then closed them inside the small room. It suddenly appeared smaller. “Now, a few questions. Do you shave or wax?”

“My legs? I shave.”

“And your underarms?”

“Uh, shave.” Did women actually wax their underarms? That seemed so silly when all it took was a few strokes every morning with a razor.

“And your vagina and anal area? Some women find waxing a tad bit uncomfortable, but it’s not really painful. If you’ve never had it done, I will count to three with every wax strip so that can prepare yourself. Afterward, we’ll bleach your anal area. Ms. Van Camp is very particular about pubic hair being completely removed, along with any discoloration. You are not to have any hair on your body other than your head and eyebrows.”

Becca’s mind went blank for a moment. Suddenly, she understood what the Fidelity Especial meant. Sure, she trimmed around her bikini area, but Becca had never done anything more than that. Janet was very patient with her throughout the waxing of her legs and underarms. It turned out not to be as painful as Becca had imagined.

“Now, I’m going to flip up the towel. I’d like you to separate your legs.”

Becca’s face flushed as Janet did exactly what she had said, and pulled the towel up so that her pussy was exposed. The cool air of the room washed over her folds. As Janet’s fingers tapped on her skin, Becca did as instructed and separated her legs. The act was far from sensual, but Becca couldn’t help but think of Lane and Ross. Ms. Van Camp wouldn’t have ordered this if they hadn’t wanted it done. Something inside of her knew she must endure this, as there was a yearning to please them the first time they looked upon her body.

“You’ll feel a very warm sliver of wax and then I’ll place strip of paper over it, count to three, and then pull. We’ll use soft wax for the outer edges, while using hard wax toward the inner folds. It’s less painful that way. Your pubic hair is a little longer than needed, so I’m going to use cuticle scissors to trim you shorter.”

Becca just nodded her head, afraid to speak. She didn’t want Janet to think this was exciting her, yet her body was responding in a way that seemed inappropriate. Becca tightened her eyes as she felt Janet tug on her hairs, pulling at her folds. Within seconds, Janet finished her trim and promptly slathered on the first bit of soft wax. As described, Janet then placed a layer of paper on top of the warm substance. Counting to three, Becca gave a yelp as her hairs were yanked free.

“See? That wasn’t so bad. I’ll do a few more to finish the bikini area and then we’ll work on the inner folds.”

Becca was able to contain her squeals by biting her lip. It didn’t take as long as she thought and within minutes, Janet was done with the outer part of her pussy. She then explained what the hard wax would feel like. It was hotter than the soft wax and took a minute or two before it hardened enough for Janet to pull it. When she did, Becca couldn’t contain the cry that escaped her lips.

“Shit!”

Janet laughed. “Did you just get over having your period?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Becca asked. She knew she was coming across rather irritable, but for crying out loud, that hurt.

“Before and right after a woman’s period, she is more sensitive to pain. It’s always better to have a Brazilian wax done in the middle of your cycle.”

Becca would have snapped back that she would have liked that information a little earlier, but Janet was already counting to three and yanking out another strip of hair. Becca bit her lip. When Janet’s gloved fingers parted her folds, it was such a foreign feeling that Becca wasn’t sure how to react. She wasn’t responding in a sexual way, but being touched in such an intimate fashion affected her. The hot wax was smoothed over one ridge of her fold, while Janet held it apart from her clit to assure the wax didn’t stick to her nub. Becca found herself holding her breath, not wanting Janet to touch that part of her. It was meant for Lane and Ross.

Now where had that thought come from, Becca wondered. She hadn’t even been in their presence more than ten minutes. She shouldn’t be thinking she was already theirs when they might not even be compatible. Sure, they’d signed a two-month contract, but Becca figured she shouldn’t let herself get too close to them too soon. No matter what she had seen in their eyes this afternoon, Becca was positive that once they saw her curves without any clothes on, bare as the day she was born, they’d go running back to Ms. Van Camp, requesting the runway-model-type female.

Janet counted to three and ripped the wax off of one fold. She duplicated her movements on Becca’s other side, while Becca allowed her mind to drift again. It was easier to think of something else, rather than to feel a woman’s fingers on her pussy. There was one question that Becca had forgotten to ask Ms. Van Camp. She would have to ask James if he knew, since he seemed to have all of the answers anyway. Were Lane and Ross allowed to use the safe word that would end it all? Becca wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It would be humiliating if she undressed and they both called out that ultimate fatal word.

Janet counted to three. Becca tensed.
Ouch
!

“Okay, Rebecca. You may turn on your side, with one leg bent. Hold your top buttock up so that I have clearance to remove the hair around your anus.”

Becca felt her face flush again. This was humiliating, but Becca did as requested. She knew it was soft wax that Janet was using by the temperature. Her asshole puckered, causing Becca to bury her face in her arm. Janet ripped the paper off of her skin, assuredly with any hairs that may have been back there. Becca didn’t even know she had hair back there, come to think of it. It wasn’t an area she played with. Janet instructed her to roll to the other side, and replicated her movements.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? All done with the waxing.”

Becca sighed with relief. She was done. Becca had a hard time admitting it, but having to go through this grooming was arousing and stimulated her in a peculiar manner that she wasn’t accustomed to. She knew throughout the process she was being prepared to be pleasing to her Masters’ eyes. Even though her nerves still remained and were now returning in full force, Becca was ready for the rest of her evening. She swung her legs over the table.

“No, no, dear. We still have to bleach your anal area.”

Becca groaned and covered her face with her hands.

“Turn around for me.”

Becca bit her lip as she complied with Ross’s order. It was the first order she’d ever been given and she was amazed at how it made her feel. She relished the tingles over her skin and the feel of her heartbeat against her chest. Her nerves were stretched thin and her hands were shaking so badly that she’d had to curl her fingers into fists. James had escorted her to Lane and Ross’s apartment, located in the Loop of Chicago. The upscale residence was exactly what Becca expected, with earth-tone colors and luxurious furniture. But instead of looking around to see where she’d be staying for the next two months, her sole focus was on the man standing in the middle of his living room with his hands in his dress slacks. For the thousandth time in over three days, Becca wondered what the hell she was doing.

“Very nice, Becca.”

The use of her nickname sent a jolt of shock through her, giving her the answer to her question. Becca had been very well aware that everyone associated with Safeword LLC called her by her given name. To hear her nickname come off of Ross’s lips sent a warm rush through her body and she recognized it for what it was—approval. Since when had she come to crave that? Her looks pleased him. Just as his did her. Ross looked as potent and striking as he did when she’d seen him in Ms. Van Camp’s office. His black jacket had been removed, his tie loosened around his neck, and his white shirt unbuttoned at the neck. He wasn’t quite as tall as Lane, but his lean frame looked just as muscular, if the cords of his neck were anything to go by. Whereas Lane’s hair was more austere, Ross’s had a little longer length in the front so that there were strands of hair that fell across his forehead.

“Dinner is served, Mr. Ellison.”

Becca startled at the deep voice coming from the across the room. Looking over Ross’s shoulder, she noticed a table set for two. Standing off to the side was a man who appeared to be in his midsixties. His hair was salt-and-pepper, although leaning more toward salt. He had a well-trimmed mustache that matched the color of his hair, along with a pair of black-rimmed glasses that sat squarely on his nose. Was he their butler? Did butlers even exist nowadays? Wearing a black cardigan sweater over a white button-down shirt, Becca had to wonder why he was dressed so warmly in the middle of summer. It was in total contrast to what she was wearing.

Upon the completion of her Fidelity Especial, Becca had found a soft blue wraparound dress made of slightly sheer material in place of the white sundress she’d arrived in. The elegant yet sensual dress had a lower cut than she was used to wearing, along with a shorter hem that came too few inches from her newly bared pussy. Her panties had been taken away, along with her bra. Nothing had been given in their place except a lovely pair of matching spiked heels. Not used to having air brush her pussy with every step she took, Becca found herself constantly aroused in her excursion to their apartment. She was mesmerized by the fact that the wrap managed to conceal her nude form from observation by every soul she passed only because of its layered application.