Hideout (gxg agegap)

6

"Hello", a gentle voice caressed the speakers of Evelyns Phone as Ashley shyly spoke "this is Ashely. The Masseuse?"

"Hello, dear", Evelyns tone didn't quite match the younger girls. It dripped with the utmost certainty that she had finally achieved to take their relationship at least a tiny step forward and the gentle smile on her lips grew a little in width.

You see, the woman had grown to like the girl a lot more than she should have. A fascination had grown within her - a yearning for the younger one's attention.

"I was wondering.. about the dress", the soft voice spoke, evidently caressing Evelyns senses as the woman had closed her eyes to devour the silky voice, unbothered by the presence of her assistant, who wanted to give her her schedule.

"When would it suit you to go shop for one?", the older woman gracefully spoke, earning a sigh from the younger one as Ashley furrowed her brows in thought.

The girl was not yet sure what to make of the older one's invitation, but she was intrigued by it nonetheless.

"I'm free the entire day. I've already finished my courses for University", Ashley had tiredly answered, absentmindedly playing with the hem of her blouse.

She was nervous about the evening. Never had she been to an event that came even just close to the one she was about to participate in and it made her feel rather silly thinking of the phenomenal woman she was supposed to accompany. She was sure she would be nothing but a burden, for however long the older woman would have her, she would do nothing but follow her aimlessly, hanging on her arm like a lost child.

"Would you rather we meet up at the boutique I have in mind or should I come and pick you up?", the older woman asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries the girl might have set for herself.

Evelyn had noticed the girl held herself back and she was intrigued by the thought that someone as precious and fierce as the brunette could ever refrain from acting on impulse.

"We can just meet at the boutique", the soft voice spoke melodically. Ashley had decided to enjoy the evening with the woman without care for what might happen as she was indeed rather enthralled by the submissive demeanor the woman portrayed for her, but shopping for the dress was not part of their evening and therefore the girl didn't want to spend too much time alone and in close proximity to Evelyn.

Outside of the massage parlor their acquaintanceship could be of any descent and she fretted she could soon forget why she was so weary of being intimate with the woman, as she was sure to remind herself she wasn't yet a prostitute. Pleasing someone for money and selling yourself were two very different things and Ashley made sure to hold onto the differentiation with all her strength.

"Meet me at 'Amore di seta' in two hours and don't be late, darling", the older woman spoke with a dazzling smile on her lips. Evelyns cheeks had taken a soft rosé tint when the thought of seeing the girl soon ran through her mind, almost drawing a giggle from her throat.

She hadn't felt this way in years. And it was strange that someone she barely knew, someone who she had to pay to touch her, made those emotions erupt. The girls mere existence was causing the woman to feel a little lighter, giving her mind a break and allowing her to soften her usually hardened demeanor. The older woman yearned to give into the girls underlying demand for power.

Evelyn enjoyed to toy with the girl, testing her limits, stretching their reach, just like she would this evening. The invite itself had been nerve wrecking, a simple mean comment of the girl could've shattered the woman's self esteem to a low she hadn't feared in a long time. It reminded her of how little her fiancé made her feel. But the girls effect didn't hurt her, it simply scared the woman.