Chapter 5: The baths
For outings I was allowed to wear normal clothes. But they were a far cry of what I wore before this period of employment.
I was clothed in a modest satin blouse, black skirt, and heels. These shoes pinched my feet, and a bra kept constricting my chest. I was standing an hour ago in the opulent lobby of the luxury mansion, feeling out of place in the plump blouse and knee-length pencil skirt. My hair had grown, enough to style it into a pixie cut.
As I crossed the street to my destination, I could sense the prying eyes of the pedestrians, all of them scrutinizing the outline of a young man, or rather a nymph in woman's clothing.
I swallowed my anxiety, and walking with a measured pace, I reached the warnly-lit doors of the roman bathhouse.
The bathhouse was dimly lit, and I was greeted by a well dressed clerk, after a warm greeting she confirmed my booking and showed me into my changing room. And promptly left. She gripped her claws on my buttocks, motioning me forward and back. I realised slowly but surely, that she was in control here not I. She was setting the pace of our encounter.
Inside, I could feel the tension rise, and as I stripped, I could see myself looking in the mirror.
I was someone else, but still, the figure looked strangely appealing.
With an obsessive glint, I ran my hands over my body. I was taking in every inch of my feminine form. My nipples, now erect, poked against the thin blouse. I was enticed, and my body, it was responding to the new sensations, like it had a mind of its own. I drew in a deep breath and sighed.
My body had never felt soft, and the changes in it made me feel vulnerable.
I touched my breasts, and they tingled, and in the same gesture, my cock hardened.
I couldn't help but notice, my fingertips, they trailed around my neck, and lingered on the collar, and I felt a strange, wicked thrill.
I was trying to get to terms with my desires, with my newfound feminine form, but I was restless, and I wanted to get out of my head.
Still, this wasn't something I had strictly chosen willingly.
I was forced into this, by the Collins, and their twisted arrangement. But as I was embracing these new sensations, I realized, it wasn't a simple transformation.
My body had become a canvas for the artist's imagination, and slowly, I was being painted, and in a sense, I was becoming Alexis, the maid.
I took off my bra and tossed it aside, letting my breasts fall free.
I ran my fingers over my nipples, and they were hard. I closed my eyes, and fantasized about the women who would be in the bathhouse.
I imagined them, and began to touch myself. I slid my fingers beneath the fabric of my panties and began to rub my hardened cock. I could feel the pressure building, and I let out a soft moan. I was getting close, and I leaned back against the wall of the changing room, letting the sensations wash over me.
But just as I was about to reach climax, I stopped. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I couldn't let myself get carried away. Not here.
Not like this.
I told myself, as I stepped into the bathhouse.
I couldn't lose control, not here. I needed to focus, to maintain my composure.
I took a deep breath and looked around the room.
It was a large, open space with a high ceiling, the walls were adorned with intricate murals, and the room was filled with the sound of water.
I could see the steam rising from the various baths and hot tubs, and the room was filled with the scent of roses. The room ultimately has empty, my booking had been a private one.
So, I was left to my own devices, and in the steam-filled atmosphere, I was feeling a little more at ease. I tread the tiles leading to the baths.
I decided to start with washing myself in the basin, with a bucket, soap. Seated pertly on a stool.
I sat on the marble stool and let the warm water of the bucket run down my body. My hand, still damp, traced the curve of my breasts, taking in the sensation of my nipples, hard and sensitive.
I soaped my body, taking in every inch of my feminine form. My hands glided over my smooth skin, and I could feel the tension in my body start to fade.
Absorbed in my thoughts, I prepared to descend naked into the hot pool nearby.
I took a deep breath and dipped my toe in the water, testing the temperature.
The water was warm, and it felt good against my skin.
I closed my eyes and let myself sink in, feeling the heat envelope me.
A soft moan escaped my lips, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure.
I sat there for miutes, before I heard the door to the bathhouse creak open. I opened my eyes, startled, and saw a figure standing in the doorway.
She was tall, her body slim and toned.
She had a chiseled jaw, her skin was a warm pale, beaded with new sweat, she wore only a thin white towel, wrapped around her body.
She moved with an aura of confidence, and her eyes were locked onto mine. She was staring at me, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
I was overwhelmed by this sudden intrusion.
"Um, excuse me, I think you're in the wrong place. This is a private booking," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
The stranger didn't seem to pay me any mind. She moved closer to the edge of the pool, and her towel fell to the ground. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of her.
She was completely naked, and her body was a work of art. Her breasts were firm and perky, and her nipples were hard and pointed. I could see the outline of her shaved pussy, heart shaped bush. My cock twitching in below the water.
She stepped into the pool, and I gasped as I felt the water level rise. She moved towards me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
"You're the one who's in the wrong place," she said, her voice low and sultry. Her eyes a pale green, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Absently she began to tie it up, revealing a tidy under cut.
I didn't know what to say. I was trembling, my mind racing.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She smirked at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"I mean, you're in my bathhouse. I come here every week, and I've never seen you before. I know all the regulars," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.
I felt my stomach drop. A mistake had been made, and I knew it.
But she wasn't interested in my excuses. She moved closer to me, her body just inches from mine.
"It's okay," she said, her voice gentle. "I make sure to get acquainted with all the interesting guests".
She whispered this close to my ear, as she cupped my chin and tilted my head to her face. Her tone possessed a hint of erotic domination. She was clearly experienced. Her eyes glinted with amusement.
"But, I don't know - there's something about you, Alexis. I'll won't make an exception for you. Since you are very... interesting".
"Who are you? How do you know my name?
I asked, my voice shaky.
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"I heard someone booking you in the lobby earlier. It was the Collins, or at least, it sounded like them. It seems like everyone here knows you, Alexis. Isn't that right?" she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn't believe it. The Collins had already spread word of my new identity.
But she didn't seem to care about my trepidation.
Her hand reached down to my waist, and her fingers traced the outline of my body, sending shivers down my spine.
"You have a beautiful body, Alexis. It's a shame to hide it under all these clothes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"My dear friends, have done well finding you. You seem to have been a worthy investment. Tell me, are you as talented as you look?"
She wrapped her arms around me, and I could feel her soft breasts pressing against mine. She leaned in, eyes locked to mine.
She moved her hands down my body, and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. Her grip firm and steady. I yelped, my secret known to this stranger.
"Who are you?" I croaked.
She began to stroke my cock, and I could feel my body trembling. She leaned in and whispered into my ear.
"My dear, I am Dominique. A close friend of the Collins. I've known them for years. And I must say, you are a surprise. A pleasant one, I believe."
Her hand was still on my cock, and she was stroking it gently, her grip firm. Here I was, in a bathhouse, with a strange woman, and my cock in her hand.
"I-I can explain. I'm not what you think I am," I stammered.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I was in a bathhouse with a strange woman, and she was holding my cock.
"Oh, I know exactly what you are," she said, her voice low and sultry. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "You're a young man, pretending to be a woman. But let me tell you, Alexis. You are the most woman like man I have ever seen. Or felt"
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I had never been so exposed, so vulnerable.
And yet, as I looked into Dominique's pale green eyes, I felt a strange sense of calm. I was out of my depth, but she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"You're right, Dominique. I'm not what you think I am," I said, trying to steady my voice.
"I know," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "But tell me, Alexis. What are you?"
"I...
," I began, but my words trailed off as Dominique's hand tightened around my cock.
"Tell me, Alexis. she repeated, her eyes burning with desire. I'm a maid," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm the Collins' maid".
Dominique chuckled, her hand still on my cock. "Incorrect".
Dominique said, shaking her head.
She leaned in, and her lips pressed against mine, soft and damp. I gasped, my body trembling.
Her tongue explored my mouth, and I could feel my cock harden. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, and I could feel the heat of her body against mine. Eventually, she broke the kiss.
"Try again, what are you?"
Dominique asked again, her voice low and seductive.
"I-I'm their plaything," I stammered, my body trembling. "Their maid by day. They-they make me do things, things that I never thought I would do."
"Go on..."
Dominique purred, her voice dripping with desire. "What sort of things do they make you do, Alexis? Please, do tell."
"I-I...oh God," I stammered, my mind racing.
Dominique's hand was still on my cock, and she began grip it tighter. I could feel the pressure building, and I knew I was close to climax.
"Ah, yes," she whispered. "Tell me what they make you do. I want to hear all about it."
Dominique's voice was like a siren's call, luring me into my own dark desires. I was trembling as I spoke, the words pouring out of me.
"They dress me up, in woman's clothes, and they make me serve them. They-they make me do...things. Intimate things," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I see," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"And do you enjoy these... intimate things, Alexis?"
"I-I don't know," I stammered, my mind racing.
"Tell me, truthfully. Do you enjoy being their plaything, Alexis?"
She asked again, pressing me into the wall of the bath. Her other hand now around my throat.
I closed my eyes, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I was trembling, my body on fire.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Yes, I do. I enjoy it, but-but I never thought it would be like this. I never thought I would be... like this." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but it was true. I did enjoy being their plaything, their maid. I enjoyed serving them, and pleasing them. It was wrong, but it felt right.
"Good," Dominique purred.
"I'm glad to hear that."
She released her grip on my throat, and then, in a swift motion, she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close.
Her pussy was now pressed against my cock, and I could feel it's warmth even through the hot water.
"I want to see how good you are," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
"I-I don't know if-if I can do this," I stammered, my mind racing.
Dominique's grip around my waist tightened, and her eyes burned into mine.
"You can, and you will," she said, her voice low and commanding.
"You're a guest in this house. In my house. And as my guest I expect you to pleasure me, to serve me in every way possible. Do you understand?"
I nodded, my throat dry. She leaned in and kissed me again, her lips soft and damp against mine. I could feel the heat of her body pressing against mine, and I knew that I had no choice.
I was in her territory now, and I had to play by her rules. And it was apparent that she wanted me, badly.
"Y-yes, Dominique," I stammered, my voice trembling.
"Good boy," she purred, her lips curling into a smile. "Now, let's see how well you can please me."
She reached down and grasped my cock, her grip firm and steady. She began to stroke me, her fingers moving up and down my shaft.
I groaned, my head falling back against the wall of the bath.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny how good it felt.
"Yes, that's it," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Let go, Alexis. Let me feel you."
Her hand moved faster, and I could feel the pressure building inside of me. I was close to climax, and I knew it.
"Dominique, I-I can't hold on much longer," I gasped, my body trembling.
She smirked, her hand still on my cock.
"Good," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I want to get close, but not finish"
Her grip tightened, and I could feel the pressure building inside of me. I was on the brink, and I knew that there was no turning back.
"Dominique, please," I begged, my voice shaking.
"Yes, Alexis," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile.
"I want to feel you, to taste you. But I won't let you finish, not yet."
Her grip on my cock tightened, and she began to stroke me faster, her fingers moving up and down my shaft in a steady rhythm. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.
"That's it, Alexis," she purred. "Let go.
Her other hand was now on my chest, and she was pinching my nipples, hard enough to make me gasp with pleasure.
"Fuck, Dominique," I groaned, my voice desperate.
"Tell me what you want, Alexis. Tell me what you want me to do to you," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
"I want you to... oh God, I want you to make me cum," I gasped, my body trembling.
"I thought so," she said, her voice low and sultry.
She tightened her grip on my cock, and began to stroke me faster.
Her fingers moved up and down my shaft, and I could feel the pressure building inside of me.
"Fuck, Dominique," I groaned, my body shaking with pleasure.
She leaned in, and whispered in my ear.
"Not yet, little maid. You'll cum when I say you can," she said, her voice low and commanding.
She let go of my cock, and then moved her hand to my stomach, her fingers tracing circles around my navel. She leaned in, and began to kiss me again, her lips soft and damp against mine.
Her tongue explored my mouth, and I could feel her nails digging into my skin.
"I'm going to make you cum, little maid. I'm going to make you scream," she whispered, her lips curling into a wicked smile. It felt so good, but I knew that I couldn't cum yet.
Not until she said so.
"Yes, Dominique," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.
Her grip on my cock released and she got out of the water. And sat on te edge of the bath, legs splayed.
The water lapped at her thighs, and her pussy was fully exposed to me.
She reached down between her legs and began to stroke herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. I watched as she closed her eyes, her head thrown back, and let out a soft moan.
"Do you like what you see, little maid?" she asked, eyes still closed.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight of her fingers on her clit, and I could feel my cock twitching in response. Her body, gleamed under the soft light,
her breasts with nipples erect, and her pussy wet with arousal.
"I-I want to touch you," I stammered, my voice trembling.
She opened her eyes, and looked at me, her gaze filled with desire.
"Go ahead, little maid. Touch me. Touch yourself. I want to see you cum," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Her words were all the encouragement I needed. I moved towards her
I stood in front of her, and motioned to go down between her thighs.
She nodded, and I knelt before her.
The sight of her pussy, already wet with arousal, was almost too much to bear. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But Dominique's eyes were on me, and I could feel the heat of her gaze.
"Do you know how to eat pussy, Alexis?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
"I-I think so," I stammered, my voice trembling.
She smiled at me, a warm smile.
"I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a woman. And in the process, I want you to learn how to pleasure yourself. Do you understand, Alexis?"
I nodded, my eyes locked onto hers. I was trembling, my heart racing as I moved closer to her.
"Yes, Dominique," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Then let's begin," she said, reaching with her hands towards me.
I leaned in closer, and my lips landed on her inner thighs. I placed a soft kiss, before trailing my tongue up towards her pussy.
I felt her shiver, as my breath ghosted against her clit.
I looked up, and our eyes met.
Her gaze was filled with desire, and her lips were curled into a smirk.
"That's it, Alexis. Just like that," she said, her voice low and sultry.
I closed my eyes, and let myself get lost in the moment.
I could feel her hands on my head, guiding me towards her pussy. But, then instead she dragged me over her navel, and guided me towards her breasts.
They were large and round, and her nipples stood erect, as if begging for attention.
"Enjoy them, my little maid". She whispered, her eyes filled with a lustful glow.
I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, and began to suck, as I had seen women do in other porn videos.
She moaned, throwing her head back, and letting out a gasp of pleasure.
"Oh yes, just like that, Alexis. Suck on my tits.
I could feel her hips starting to grind, as I sucked, and my cock throbbed with need.
I wanted to feel her, to have her. I wanted to know what it was like to be inside a woman. I had heard the Collins speak of it, but I had never experienced it myself.
I knew it was wrong, that I was still technically a man. But the thought of feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock, of feeling her wetness and warmth, was too tantalizing to resist.
Without warning, I stuck my fingers into her wetness.
Her pussy was soaked, and I could feel her warmth enveloping my fingers. I closed my eyes and groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation. I had never felt anything so good before, and I knew that I wanted more.
"Fuck, Alexis," Dominique moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. "That feels so good."
I continued to move my fingers in and out of her, feeling her wetness coating my fingers. I could feel her getting closer, her hips moving faster, and it made me want her more.
I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, I needed to be inside her. I pulled my fingers out of her and moved up towards her, out of the water. And onto the hot tiles, my cock pressing against her entrance.
"I want to feel you, Dominique," I whispered, my voice strained.
Her gaze met mine, and she nodded, her eyes filled with desire.
"Alexis. I want to feel you too," she said, her voice low and sultry. She grabbed my scalp, fingers running through my slick wet hair. "But you need to taste me first."
I didn't need any more encouragement.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to her pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness of her on my mouth. I had never done this before, but I was determined to make it good for her.
My tongue darted out and I began to taste her, lapping at her clit and moving down to her entrance. She tasted sweet and salty, and I wanted more. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this, how natural it felt.
Dominique moaned louder, her hips bucking against my face as I continued to pleasure her.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her still as I explored every inch of her with my tongue. She tasted sweet and musky, a flavor that I couldn't get enough of.
She reached down and gripped my hair, pulling me closer and urging me on. I could feel her getting close, her moans becoming more frequent and her body trembling with pleasure.
I worked her clit with my tongue, feeling it swell and grow under my touch. She was so close, her moans filled the room and the smell of arousal grew stronger.
I wanted to see her cum, I wanted to taste it. I moved my hands down to her ass, and squeezed it hard. She purred and writhed beneath me, thrusting against my face. I could feel her getting close, her body tensed up and she pulled me even closer. I closed my eyes and focused solely on her clit, my tongue flicking against it rapidly.
"Yes! Left to right, up and down. Zig zag.... ugh just like that"
I felt a rush of wetness as she shuddered, covering my mouth and chin.
I lapped it up eagerly, relishing the taste of her. It was like I had unlocked a new secret power within myself.
I pulled away and looked up at her, my eyes sparkling.
"Did you like that?" I asked, my voice brimming with pride and confidence.
"Oh yes, little maid," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You've learned well."
I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me. I had not yet made her cum, and she deserved it. Her eyes locked to mine and she motioned for me to fill her.
I took a deep breath, staring at her as if she were a goddess. I guided myself inside of her, feeling her warm, wet walls envelop my cock. I let out a shudder, closing my eyes as the sensation washed over me. I had never felt anything so intense before, so pleasurable.
"Oh God, Dominique," I groaned, my voice pained with pleasure.
"That's it, Alexis," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Fuck me.
Harder," Dominique demanded, her voice guttural and husky with desire.
My hips thrust forward, and I felt our bodies meeting with force, an unspoken desire pulsating between us. It was animalistic, primal, and I couldn't help but feel like I was on the brink of losing control.
My fingers dug into her hips as I drove myself deeper into her, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Dominique's nails bit into my skin as she clung onto me, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with my movements. As did mine, I leaned in. Our nipples brush each others as
Our bodies moved in sync, as if we had been doing this for years, rather than minutes.
The sensation was overpowering, and I could feel myself getting close to the edge. I slowed down, trying to prolong the moment, but Dominique wouldn't have it. She dug her nails deeper into my hips, encouraging me to pick up the pace.
"Harder, Alexis. Don't hold back," she demanded, her voice husky with pleasure.
"I want to feel you, all of you." I gave in to my desires, thrusting deeper and harder into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed around the room as I let go, giving her exactly what she wanted.
The feeling of her wrapped around me, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock, was intense. I could feel myself building towards my climax, but I didn't want it to end just yet.
I wanted to savor this moment, this feeling of being deep inside a woman, of pleasuring her and being pleasured in return.
Dominique must have sensed my hesitation, because she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Roll over"
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I slammed into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I felt my cock twitch and throb with my release. But it did not come. Instead she wrapped her thights around me expertly. My release denied I as put off balance, suddenly I was on my back looking up. Dominique writhing and riding on top of me like a cowboy in control of a broken horse.
Her breasts jiggling with every movement, while she panted and groaned. I was pinned to the floor beneath her, my mind scrambled with pleasure.
She leaned in, her hair falling over her shoulders and tickling my breats. She whispered in my ear, "I told you, you will cum when I command."
Her voice sent a shiver down my spine. To defy or obey, that was the question? In the end, I did not know. But I didn't have to wait long for the answer.
Dominique's movements became more urgent and forceful, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her pussy tensing around me, gripping my cock like a vice. She was close, so very close.
"Come for me, Dominique. Let go," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
Dominique threw her head back and moaned, her body shaking as she reached her climax. I could feel my own orgasm building, my cock twitching inside of her as she ground herself against me.
But I held back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible. Dominique's moans grew louder, her body quivering with pleasure as she rode me. I felt her walls contract around me, her climax taking hold of her. It was only then that I let go, allowing myself to erupt inside of her with a groan of my own.
We both lay there, panting and sweating, our bodies slick with a mixture of sweat, water from the bath, and our own release. Dominique collapsed on top of me, her head resting on my chest.
I tried to wrap my arms around her, to hold her close as we both caught our breath. Instead, smirking she used the last of her strength to pin me down. Letting me know where I stood. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the steady dripping of water from the faucet in the bath.
As the high of our orgasms began to fade, reality started to set in. I couldn't believe what had just happened, what we had just done. I had never been with a woman before, not like this, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: pleasure, fear, excitement, confusion.
I didn't know what to make of what had just happened, but I couldn't deny that it had felt good, right.
But at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and shame that was slowly creeping up on me. I was a man, or at least I thought I was, and yet here I was, dressed up as a woman, and being used as a plaything by a wealthy couple. I didn't know what this all meant, or where it was going to lead me, but I knew that I couldn't keep running away from it.
"You know your not the first?" She said, still heaped on me in the post-climax bliss.
Her voice was soft, but carried a hint of mischief.
Her words were like a punch to the gut. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I knew I wasn't her first, but I couldn't help feeling a sense of jealousy and insecurity wash over me. I tried to push her off me, but she was too heavy, and my muscles still trembled from the intensity of our lovemaking.
"I know," I said, my voice low and defeated.
I had suspected as much, and yet hearing her say the words out loud still hurt. But I didn't know why, I had no claim over her, and she had no obligation to be honest with me. I was nothing more than a pawn in her game.
"You didn't think you were the first did you, Alexis? You got entangled in an illicit arrangement with a wealthy couple.
You thought it would be just a simple job, a way to make some extra money, but it quickly turned into something much more complicated. Now, you're finding yourself as a plaything. Even now."
She smirked, toying with my hair. "what have they got on you?" she asked.
Her voice was innocent and curious, but I could sense the malicious intent behind her words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What did she know, and how long had she known it? I tried to push her off me again, but she was relentless, her grip on me only growing stronger.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, my voice shaking with fear and insecurity. I didn't want to admit the truth, to admit that I was vulnerable, that I had secrets that I was desperate to keep hidden.
But as I looked up at Dominique, her eyes shining with amusement and curiosity, I knew that I couldn't keep it from her any longer. I had to trust someone, and she seemed like the best choice.
"They have evidence of something I did in the past," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something that could ruin my life if it ever got out."
Dominique's expression softened as she listened to my words.
"As if what they've done to you won't?"
"What did the last one have? What happened to them?" I asked.
My voice was barely more than a whisper. I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear the answer, but I needed to know. I had to understand what I had gotten myself into, and what I was up against.
I looked up at Dominique, my eyes pleading with her to tell me the truth. She must have sensed my desperation, because she took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
"The last one... they're gone, Alexis," she said, her voice soft and gentle.
My heart skipped a beat. Gone? What did she mean, gone? I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I realized the implications of her words.
"What did you do to them?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I could barely breathe. I didn't want to hear the answer, but at the same time, I needed to know. I had to know what had happened to the person who had been in my position before me.
Dominique hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked onto mine. She seemed to be weighing her options, trying to decide whether or not to tell me the truth. In the end, she must have decided that I had a right to know, because she let out a long sigh and spoke.
" The last one...
they're no longer with us, Alexis," she said, her voice low and solemn.
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I realized the gravity of her words.
"What do you mean, 'no longer with us'?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
Dominique hesitated again, her eyes darting away from mine. She seemed to be struggling with what to say next.
"They... left," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But they couldn't handle the pressure, the secrets, the games.
They tried to run, to escape, but they couldn't. And now, they're gone," Dominique finished, her voice heavy with regret and sadness. As in, dead? My mind raced with questions, my thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and confusion.
"What does that mean?
Dominique let out another long sigh, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall in front of her.
She seemed to be lost in thought, her mind far away. I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear and anxiety as I listened to her words. I didn't know what had happened to the person before me, but it didn't sound good.
"What do you mean by 'gone', Dominique?"
Dominique hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth as she searched for the right words. "I can't say for sure, Alexis," she said, her voice low and serious.
"But they left, and they haven't been seen or heard from since. It's as if they disappeared off the face of the earth." Disappeared? How was that even possible? And why hadn't I heard about it before? I would have thought that something like that would have made headlines, but there had been nothing. No mention of a missing person, no reports of foul play. It was as if the person before me had never existed.
"And the others?"
I asked, my voice trembling. My heart was racing as I struggled to make sense of what Dominique was telling me. The thought of what had happened to the person before me was terrifying, and I couldn't help but wonder if the same thing would happen to me.
Dominique sighed and looked away. "There have been others, Alexis," she said quietly. "Four in total, before you. And they were all replaced, one way or another."
"What do you mean, 'replaced'?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear and confusion.
Dominique took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "They were all let go, in one way or another," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "The first, she ended up working in the Collins business. She worked here at the baths after her tenure. Then she became a client mistress. That's all she can do now."
Dominique's words hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle over me. I didn't know what had happened to the person before me, but I was starting to get an idea.
"And the second?" I was scared to hear the answer, but I needed to know. I needed to understand what I had gotten myself into.
Dominique hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting away from mine.
"The second...
she was let go, but not in the same way as the first. She met with... she's still a maid, but for someone else. Someone cruel."
"And the third?"
Dominique let out a long sigh, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall in front of her.
"The third... she left on her own accord.
She couldn't handle the pressure and the games that came with the job. She was a quiet and timid as a woman, and the Collins' demands proved to be too much for her. One day, she simply disappeared, leaving behind a note saying that she was unable to continue with her duties. The Collins searched for her, but she was never seen or heard from again. But theres no way they could go back to what they were before.
The fourth one, well, she was like you. And they all liked her. Too much.
A man trapped in a woman's world, willing to do anything to keep his secret hidden. She was the closest to me, the one I bonded with the most. We would talk for hours, sharing our secrets and fears, and it felt like I had finally found someone who understood me, someone who I could trust.
But then, one day, she was gone. She left without a word, and I haven't heard from her since. I don't know what happened to her, but I can only imagine the worst.
She continued, her voice taking on a sultry tone as she spoke. "It's like a drug, one that will consume you, body and soul. You'll crave it more than you've ever craved anything else. And once you start, there's no going back."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle over me. I didn't want to believe her, but deep down, I wondered.
"You don't believe me?
I understand," Dominique said, her voice softening as she looked at me with a mix of concern and understanding. "But trust me, Alexis, I've seen it happen time and time again. The Collins have a way of making people do things they never thought they would. And once you're in their grasp, it's hard to break free."
I let out a sigh and leaned back against the tub, my mind reeling from everything Dominique had just told me. I didn't want to believe her, but deep down, I knew she was right.
I had already seen firsthand how the Collins could manipulate and control people, how they could use their power and wealth to get what they wanted. And I knew that if I wasn't careful, I could easily fall prey to their machinations.
"I don't know what to do," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I was overwhelmed by the situation, and I didn't know where to turn or who to trust.
Dominique reached out and took my hand, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "You don't have to do anything right now," she said.
"Just take some time to think about what I've told you. And when you're ready, we can figure out a plan together. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment."
With those words, Dominique leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, gently as she explored my body with her hands. I responded eagerly, feeling my body responding to her touch as I surrendered to the moment. When it ended I asked her "Can I trust you?"
Her response was immediate, "you have no other option for now".