Mi-oh must have seen my discomfort when I finally got out of the car. I was clenching my purse and feeling like I was wearing old wheat sacks rather than actually-pretty-cute jeans and a top that, for once, didn't come out of the bargain bin.
"You're gorgeous and the big boss has it bad for you. And these girls in here will take care of you. Have fun!" She waved her hand at the boutique behind her and gave me another wink. She looked so ridiculously cute that I just had to laugh and I instantly felt better.
I walked up to the boutique feeling like I was ready for anything. Before I reached the door, a beautiful girl with dyed red hair and a full-length arm tattoo opened it for me. She gave me a glass of champagne and pulled me inside.
It was like a bunch of supermodels had decided to open a boutique. Except these supermodels had tattoos and piercings and had spent years studying how to not just look sexy but be sexy.
"You're Delilah. I'm Alma. Mr. Stone has told us to take very good care of you."
She held up her glass and we clinked them together.
"Cheers to sexy billionaires," she said.
Cheers to sexy billionaires indeed.
That night, Mi-oh pulled us up in front of Mr. Stone mansion after driving past a row of cars each more expensive than the last.
I was floating somewhere between oh-my-god-I'll-never-fit-in-here and sheer panic and kept looking down at my blacker-than-black high heels wondering if anyone had ever fallen to their death from a pair of shoes.
Despite my sense of impending doom, I had to say that Mr. Stone certainly had taste. He had selected a range of dresses and shoes for me, none of which would be out of place at the Oscars. One dress though had called to me like a siren. It was deep red silk and almost demure at the front, hugging my body and showing off my curves rather than showing all. On the side it was slit up to forever and at the back dipped down lower than anything else I'd ever worn. Alma had given me a silver chain which encircled my neck and slid down my back. I'd had a pedicure, manicure, hair treatment and makeup session before they slinked me into the red dress and slipped the high heels onto my feet.
"You with the kickass dress - we're here," said Mi-oh, opening the car door.
I stepped out of the car onto a red carpet, making sure I wasn't going to be flashing anyone. Mr. Henry was waiting by the front door. He smiled at me, making me feel a lot better.
"You are a vision," he said as I approached.
I blushed and mumbled thanks in return. If I had many more compliments my head would soon be too big to fit through the door.
"If you would come with me," he said. I followed him inside and heard the murmur of guests to the left. We went up the staircase and along the corridor to a guest bedroom. It wasn't the same one I'd stayed in but was just as luxurious.
Mr. Henry waved me in to the bedroom, gave a small bow and then closed the door. I turned around to see a pale gold envelope sitting on the middle of the bed. I picked it up and held it to my face and breathed in. Again, it was Mr. Stone. I opened it and pulled out the handwritten note inside.
You must wear what is in the box at the end of the bed. Be warned: once you put it on, only I can remove it.
Remember, you represent me and I expect you to be calm and collected.
I immediately went to the wooden chest sitting at the end of the bed and opened it. Inside was a small golden box. I lifted it out and set it on the bed. Had he left the leather collar for me to wear?
I opened the box and found a delicate pair of black underwear with a twist. In the front and underneath was a firm pad, much like the vibrating egg and plug that he'd had me use. However there was no egg or plug this time. It was just a flat firm pad which, if I had to guess, probably vibrated. The waist band was also slightly thicker than normal but honestly I didn't see what was so special about these. What did he mean that once I put these on I wouldn't be able to remove them? Knowing his love of high-tech sex toys, I guessed they locked on somehow.
I examined the underwear for another minute and then decided to put them on. He wanted me to wear this while I met people - fine. This was his challenge? I'd walked through a maze with a vibrating plug and egg inside of me. I slipped into the underwear and felt the front panel press up against my sex.
As soon as I pulled the underwear on I felt the waistband tighten and felt it click into place. The only way I was taking these off now was if Mr. Stone unlocked them.
Nothing to worry about at all.
*
I was halfway down the corridor when a powerful vibration slammed into me and I dropped to my knees. It went for about ten seconds but it felt like a lifetime of mind-melting pure pleasure. It switched off as quickly as it started and I started breathing again. My clit was pulsing and I was on the brink of orgasm already. I held still, afraid that if I moved it would rub against me and I'd end up a boneless puddle on the ground. A minute or so later I got my heart-rate under control and managed to get to my feet.
Whatever these underwear were, they were no simple vibrating sex toy. It was completely silent to start with, yet massively powerful. I prayed to the god of sex toys that what I'd just felt was the maximum setting. I took deep breaths and walked to the main staircase. Mr. Henry was waiting at the bottom near the door. He smiled at me and waved his hand towards the murmur of people I'd heard earlier.
I gripped the handrail and walked down the stairs, still feeling a pulse in my body. Mr. Stone was out there somewhere and holding the power to vibrate my brains out any time he wanted. I was going to be calm and collected. I'd orgasm with a straight face if need be.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and followed the sounds of the party along the corridor. It turned and led me towards the rear of the mansion and soon I approached a double set of polished oak doors staffed by a young female butler dressed in black pants and a white shirt. She smiled and opened the doors for me.
I gasped as I stepped through the doors and looked down into the simply enormous room below me. A giant glittering chandelier hung over a sunken ballroom. Bars were spotted about the place and there were multiple levels and nooks for beautiful people to congregate. Most of the men were in suits of black or grey and the women ranged from impossibly beautiful demure to impossibly beautiful in something slinky and gorgeous. Light sparkled from the chandelier on diamonds scattered throughout the crowd.
I stopped on the edge of the landing and gripped the banister, scanning the room for Mr. Stone. If I could see him it would be okay. I'd just focus on him.
I finally saw him standing near one of the bars talking to a group of gentlemen. He was dressed in a black suit, just like the rest of the men but somehow it barely seemed to contain him. He looked young and powerful and drop-dead sexy and I imagined I could hear the ice-cubes clinking in the glass of scotch he held.