Dark Touch

Exciting Opportunity

Oh, what a glorious first few weeks in town. I've already had so many exciting experiences and I'm now working at my dream job. I was currently sitting in my work space analyzing some old sketches that had an unfamiliar language and culture to it. The writing was so small, I had to use a magnifying glass to see them perfectly. I also didn't want to miss any added details or marks that could help identify its origin. As I looked through the pictures they were quite erotic to say the least. The sketches showed women in precarious positions. Some of them had their dresses undid as if they were falling from their bodies, revealing perfectly drawn breasts. The image was so erotic as the women had their hands caressing their bodies.

Some images had the woman's hands tied up or blindfolded reminding me even more of the night at the mansion. It was now Friday and I was debating back and forth on going back tonight. After the other night with Ben, we talked for a bit and he took off. Hannah came home and cuddled with me, giving me even more advice on being a tease. It only furthered my interest and attraction to the images in front of me. I felt a small amount of shame as I felt my hand wander on my thigh, thinking of being tied up in a way. I would let Lucas try it... maybe. There was still so much I needed to learn before I was ready for that.

My hand moved up a bit more, edging under my skirt before I felt a body against mine making me jump.

"Oh, Mr. Reeves! I didn't hear you come in," I said, moving my hand away and sitting up.

"What are you observing?" He asked as I leaned over, making me fix my skirt and straighten myself.

"Uhhh... The European scroll that was brought in yesterday. There is a lot of really interesting contrast. How long have you been standing there?" I asked curiously if he was standing there in silence long enough to see me get all turned on and rubbing my thighs together.

"I do own this department. I can stand anywhere I see fit. Now let me have a look," he spoke sternly, leaning over me, our bodies even closer now. If he wasn't so mean I might even be a bit turned on by the closeness.

He looked in the microscope, staring in silence for a long moment. "This writing is an old French style. I've seen it before," he said as I raised my eyes in interest.

"Really? I've never seen it before. Where have you seen it?" I was curious about where this came from.

"It was written in an old tomb. It can be traced back to the early 1500's. The French were known to be erotic people. They were slightly obsessed with breasts in art," he said matter of factly, while I was a bit wide eyed about the revelation. He looked away from the scope and turned to me. "You didn't know this?" He said as I shook my head.

"No, but I did hear that French people are very fluid in their views, so it wouldn't surprise me to see it transfer over in their history," I spoke softly, feeling a bit hot with the way he was looking at me.

He cleared his throat, finally stepping back. "You can start your weekend early if you'd like. I have some things..." he said trailing off, as I perked up a bit. It would be nice to get some extra time to get ready for tonight.

"Do you have any plans?" I asked, curious about what my boss did in his free time.

"I don't do personal questions, remember Angel," he said, as I looked away feeling instant regret.

"Sorry I just... it just gets lonely sometimes working here all by myself and.... Sorry, forget I asked," I finally decided to say, feeling odd for asking such a simple question. The only other people here were the two old ladies who never left the front desk, three museum guides who also weren't the friendliest, and the two security guards we had on duty. I went to turn back to my scroll as he just stood there in silence.

"I'm going to do a consultation on a book that may have some origins in apatani," he said, making me turn back around and my eyes widened.

"Northeast India," I hopped up, my interest now peaked. "That is amazing! I've only seen one document that has Apatani culture and it was so historically valuable," I spoke, getting wrapped in my love for dying foreign cultures.

"Not many people know of this site. I'm flying to Nevada tomorrow to Consult. If you'd like to come I can arrange that, but the flight leaves at 7:00 am and not a second later," he said as my jaw almost hit the floor.

"I... I would love to!" I jumped in excitement, smiling wide at the chance to consult. Or assist the consultant.

"Good, I'll send you the details. I wouldn't stay up late all night if I were you. It is going to be a long day," he said, giving a small smile back at me.

"I've never been on a plane before. It's going to be a pretty neat experience. Although there's always a screaming child so i'll bring headphones," I remarked as he chuckled. I was a bit thrown off since I've never heard it before.

"It's a private jet, so that won't be a problem," he responded as a wave of excitement hit me once again.

"I promise, I won't disappoint you," I said as he nodded, leaving the room as I did one more dance of excitement, before returning to finish my work. Looks like another eventful weekend.

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"I'm so glad you invited me tonight. I have never been to something so fancy and high end, but I definitely plan on finding me a sugar daddy tonight," Hannah said, as she sat in the passenger seat on our way to Lucas's place.

"I'm glad you came too. I'm so nervous as it is," I said, biting my lip, wondering if I looked nice. Hannah helped me pick out a white silk dress that she remarked complimented my eyes. I was hoping it would catch his eye. It wasn't all white and angelic though. I had a surprise underneath and a part of me was scared to death to reveal it to him.

"Just remember. If you feel sexy, you are sexy and tonight you look like one hot bitch!" Hannah encouraged me, making me smile at the compliment.

"Yeah, well you look rather stunning yourself," I complemented back. She really did look breathtaking. She was much better at doing her makeup and hair than I was, going full throttle with the whole red and black theme. Her red dress was much smaller than my white one, and tight in... well all the places.

I turned the corner onto the dirt road, the mansion appearing, almost looking bigger than the last time I saw it. "Oh shit, you weren't kidding when you said this guy was loaded," she said as I pulled up to the intercom. "Oooh let me do it!" Opal hollered leaning over, while I rolled down the window laughing at her excitement. "Hannah Porter and Angel Caldwell. Roman Lake," She said with a huge grin on her face as we watched the gate open in front of us. Let the fun begin.

We parked and walked up to the door, seeing the same man standing up from behind with a tablet in his hand. "Angel, correct?" He spoke as I nodded my head. He pulled out a yellow band and handed it to me. "Lucas Reeves has requested you wear one of these. You can have one for your friend as well," he said as I took the bracelet snapping it on. I turned to see Hannah tuck hers away in her purse.

"What are you doing? There's a lot of sexually fueled people in here and unless you want them groping you at every turn, you should keep that thing on," I warned her, right as the doors opened, the red haze spilling out.

"Oh Angel... I came to a BDSM club. I want to be touched everywhere..." she tried as we entered, the room captivating her just as it did the first time I entered. I only wondered what the night would bring.