Chrysalis

Notch

In the drawing room was the replica of a 1930s saloon and while Melissa fixed the two of us a drink I made myself comfortable on one of the plush sofas that she had dotted around the room.

She set the glass which was full to capacity with a soothing beverage and took a seat across from me where we made small talk about the building she lived in and a little bit of its history.

She could see that I was anxious to ask something and suddenly stopped as though awaiting an answer…..

“So Melissa what is your secret?”

She uncrossed her legs as she was about to spoke which afforded me a defined and toned view of thighs.

“You mean what is my secret to seduction?”

“Yes”

“Well I guess it all started as a bit of luck……..I began to dress a little bit more provocative and it got me noticed and when I was working at Stirling College I was responsible for offering extra tuition to the students”.

“And this college is all girls?”

“Well you don’t think I want to be tutoring boys and having them ogle my legs the way you are and then getting hard”

“I can see how that might be off putting, but if you are tutoring then how come your reputation precedes you”.

“I talk to the girls, compliment their figures……put my hand upon their thighs, whisper sweet nothings in their ears, promising them rewards…….basically I am a master at seducing them but realised that giving something back was more likely to seal the deal”.

“And these girls are happy to give you their first sexual experience?”

“Yes, they get to be with someone who can make them look and feel sexy and in return I am rewarding with a fresh supply of their juices….sometimes virginal…….keeps me looking young”.

I was intrigued but also a little horrified, she spoke as though it was ok to do this, she acted like a parasite does and that wasn’t something I had wanted for abigail.

She abruptly stood up and asked for my hand.

“Come upstairs and let me show you something”

I was a bit apprehensive.

“Its ok Diane, Im not going to seduce you…….not unless you want me to”.

I stood up, took her hand and the two of us crossed the room until it met a gorgeous spiral staircase which led up and up towards a single room…….

At the top of this staircase was a door and she opened it……inside it revealed a master bedroom that was almost as big as the drawing room that I had been sat in and drank from a replica saloon.

“Im just going to get out of these clothes, so feel free to have a look around”.

The room was covered in classical paintings and I noticed a few nudes…..Melissa had moved into an adjacent room and I could hear the sound of running water so I walked around this room and admired the many paintings……..on closer inspection I could tell that all the nude portraits appeared to be of girls who were most likely in their teenage years, breasts which ranged from A to as high as D by my estimation and a few with open legs displaying furry crevices and also smooth as a babys bottom vaginal creases….

Did Melissa get these girls to pose for her before or after sex?

I moved away from the paintings and toward the bed when I noticed a row of pegged underwear which was sat atop the bannister at the bottom of the bed……….I also noticed that each one of them bore a number, there were different types of panties ranging from the supreme white cotton to silk and also thongs…

The numbers on each pair seemed unusual especially as they never ran into sequence but the highest number was 14.

Just then Melissa made a reappearance and walked into the room wearing a robe which concealed her body perfectly.

“You like the underwear?”

“Yes but you have got a problem with your washing machine, some have clearly shrank”.

She giggled…

“They are not mine”.

Then I understand.

“You took their underwear?”

“Only if they wanted me too………each pair has been numbered and all those who came back for seconds left their underwear here, I gave each girl that choice and those numbers that are missing are because those girls wanted just the one experience to tell all their friends about……those friends becoming the next number in line”.