Release Me

Part 17

A piercing sunbeam sliced through my closed eyelids, stirring me from my slumber. My body ached as if I had spent a night on a bed of rocks. I clung to the waning vestiges of sleep, reluctant to face the day. The enticing smell of coffee tugged at my senses, gradually nudging me towards consciousness. Blinking against the harsh light, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. An unfamiliar room swam into focus. I jolted upright, heart pounding, as a jumbled replay of last night's events washed over me.

Startled, I stammered, "What the fuck?" My voice echoed off the walls of the unfamiliar bedroom as I hastily pulled the sheet around my naked form.

A dress form, bearing a tailored navy business suit complemented by thigh-high boots, seized my attention. The tantalizing aroma of coffee wafted through the room, stoking my curiosity further.

In addition to the chic decor, the bedroom featured a door along the left wall, hinting at what I presumed to be an en suite. Occupying much of the wall opposite the bed, an enormous wardrobe stood proud behind the dress form. Next to it, under a window, an upholstered chair found its place alongside a small side table. Taking a deep breath, I threw back the covers and slid off the bed, moving towards the dress form where a linen notecard was pinned.

Wear Me.

Every day I will provide you with an outfit until I am satisfied with your wardrobe, then I will inform you on what to wear. When I believe you understand my preferences, I may allow you to choose.

On the small side table behind the dress form lay a perfectly paired bra and panty set, along with a garter belt with seamed stocking. I ran a hand down the fine fabric of the suit and shook my head.

"Sell your soul, get a wardrobe. Guess we'll see if it's worth it," I mumbled, and opened the door to find out where the wonderful aromatic trail of coffee might take me.

Before me was an open studio. To my left was a conversation area set up like a small living room with the windows on the far wall boast large sills for sitting and staring out at the world beyond for hours. In front of me was a small kitchen with an oversized island. The coffee machine groaned as it spit out the last of the fragrant magical bean water.

Seeing no one else in the space, I walked over to the kitchen and picked up a mug from the rack above coffeemaker, and poured myself a cup of morning salvation. With the warm brew in hand, I surveyed the studio apartment.

Below me, a loud bang on the wall startled me out of my reverie and I spilt the hot liquid across my skin. Pain spread like wildfire and I stifled a scream, throwing my head back in a silent prayer to the heavens. When it cooled, I blew out a hard breath and moved over to the window closest to the kitchen.

The club's mansion loomed large in front of me, and I frowned. Out in the driveway, men worked to carry in various supplies, taking orders from the supervisor.

"How the hell did I get here?"

A chime sounded from somewhere in the room and I looked around for the source. When it rang out eight times, I swore under my breath.

"Fuck. I'm at work and I'm still going to be late."

Setting my mug on the edge of the island, I rushed back into the bedroom and headed for the door on the far wall, expecting a small room with essential elements. What I saw was a room fit to be in a spa rather than a studio apartment. On the mirror was another note, and I sensed a theme for my life moving forward.

Good morning, girl.

I am sure the activities of the evening last wore you out sufficiently to ensure you rested well. The drawers to your right are organized with every makeup element you may need to prepare yourself for the day. To the left is an extensive skin care routine. Use them at your leisure. What goes unused will not be replaced and what is found empty will be resupplied.