Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 17

butterfly

Work was going great. I'd really connected with my team; well, with Shane and Lauren. They were really funny and down to earth. Candy, on the other hand, was not. She was obsessed with having sex with them.

Even earlier today, when we had left the conference room to make copies, all I could think about was that everyone knew what I'd done. She'd been so wrapped up in her own world, though, that she hadn't noticed anything other than Shane saying that I looked hot.

In fact, all she could do was talk about Shane and Lauren. I laughed at the recollection.

"O-M-G, Mila, did you see the way that Shane was flirting with me? And he has such big hands. I bet he has a huge dick. Oh, and I swear Lauren was flirting with me too. Her fingers are so long; I bet she is the best at finger fucking." I tried so hard not to roll my eyes at her. Really?

I was relieved that we'd gotten out of there for a moment. I swore Shane could smell me; I saw his nostrils flare. If Lauren hadn't smelled me, she surely would when I went back in.

"Hey, Candy, I'm going to use the restroom."

She had still been talking about how amazing Lauren and Shane would be in bed, and rambling on about how maybe they would have a threesome, that she barely noticed I wasn't following her.

In the bathroom, I used the paper towels and soap to clean myself as best as I could. My Mistress had said no shower, but she'd also told me to get to work, and I couldn't possibly work with the stickiness between my legs. And, in my defense, this was far from a shower since I could still smell myself. I considered removing my thong because that was probably the thing that most smelled of sex, but I just couldn't seem to go without panties.

The rest of the day seemed to go well, and we got a lot accomplished. Shane seemed so enthusiastic about everything I said, and Lauren sketched out every suggestion I made. Somehow they looked even better on paper than they did in my mind. Even Candy was becoming tolerable, because each time she made a lewd remark at Shane, Lauren would mock her behind her back. I knew it wasn't professional, but I couldn't help but giggle. Sometimes Lauren even set Shane up, and those seemed to be the best times.

Shane caught on a few days after Lauren had started with the sexual innuendoes, and did the same back to her. Shane even stepped up the game earlier this week when he told Candy that Lauren was shy, and that even if the woman she was destined to spend the rest of eternity with was sitting right in the room, she probably wouldn't make a move. She seemed to take it as a personal challenge to get Lauren to open up and ask her out. She didn't. But she did ask me out again, and again I declined.

Home was amazing too, and by the following Friday night, I was used to our routine. I would come home from work, make dinner, sometimes watch a little TV, other times read a book, and then head to bed. It seemed I was going to bed earlier and earlier each night as I awaited her call. Occasionally, she asked me to wear lingerie, but usually I was nude. I would kneel there, dripping until the phone rang. My body was conditioned—after only two weeks—to respond to the phone ringing and the soft, yet commanding tone of her voice.

After eating a veggie wrap and watching a classic movie, I headed to bed. My Mistress hadn't asked me to wear anything in particular, so I stripped down naked and knelt on the mattress at the foot of the bed. The phone rang instantly, which surprised me. My Mistress usually made me wait for her.

I picked up the phone and held it to my ear, waiting for her to speak. "You look beautiful, butterfly," she said, making me smile. "I have been pleased by you for nearly two weeks now. Everything that I have asked of you, you have done. Mistress would like her butterfly to present herself for inspection."

I thought I was presenting myself for her. I straightened my back and thrust my chest out, as she had taught me to do over the past week.

I heard her chuckle. "No, butterfly. I am happy with how you have presented yourself so far. I would like to come and inspect my little girl in person."

My heart started hammering in my chest. She wanted to meet me, physically. When? Where? What would happen? All of those questions popped into my head instantly.

"I will come to your apartment and inspect you in thirty minutes, butterfly. You will be in the ready position just as you are now; the only difference is that you will be wearing a blindfold. That is not an option—it is a requirement. When I am inspecting you, I will not touch you, although you will know I am there. Would you like to do this to please me?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said without thinking. The time for thinking and being afraid began about ten minutes later.