Calla gulped, then turned to the man nervously. He was tall, with tightly defined muscles and a soft smile.
He was also completely hairless, something she had never seen before. He noticed her look of inquiry, and laughed.
“I’m from Kelarus, we don’t have any hair,” he said with a smile as he pulled off her robe. It was disconcerting to have a total stranger remove her clothes, but not as much as she had thought it would be.
“It’s the wine, it helps you relax,” he said. “Dani’s own special recipe.”
He gestured for her to lay down on the couch on her stomach. He left her side, and soft music filled the room. Then a drip of something warm hit her back. Kail spread flower-scented oil in small drops from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, then his smooth hands started running along her spine and she melted.
“Let your tensions and worries go,” Kail whispered in her ear from behind as he manipulated her muscles. He spent long minutes sweeping his strong hands over her back and shoulders, then moved to the end of the table. Picking up one small foot, he worked his fingers over every inch of first the left and then the right before moving up to her calves. He gave special attention to the backs of her knees, tickling them lightly and laughing at her reaction. Then he reached the backs of her thighs.
Calla shifted restlessly. His touch was like warm honey, and she could feel herself growing moist as she realized he was slowly, inevitably, working his way toward the cleft between her legs.
He skipped where she wanted him to touch, however, moving to each of the soft mound of her bottom in turn, massaging and treating them to light, nipping kisses. All her nervous tension was long gone, but a new tension was coiling within her. Sexual tension. She wanted him to touch her, give her release, but she was too weak to move. His hands were hypnotic, she was captive.
After an eternity, he had her roll over on to her back, stretching her arms so that they lay high over her head. He started with her hands and worked his way down her arms to her shoulders. Then he reached her br**sts, lavishing his full attention on each one until they were painfully tight, and her small red ni**les felt as if they would burst. He dropped one slow kiss on each, then stood and walked once more to the end of the table.
Calla all but whimpered in pain as he left her, then felt herself tighten in anticipation as his hands grasped her ankles. Pulling her legs slowly apart, Kail started carefully rubbing again, moving ever closer to the center of her pleasure. She could feel the moisture rushing to her cunt, her legs twitching under his touch.
She wanted him to move faster, harder. She gave a little gasp, and Kail laughed then stepped away.
“I think you’re ready now, sweetheart,” he said softly, and Dani giggled in the background. Kail held his hands out to her, pulling her up and off the couch. Calla simply stared at him, open-mouthed. He was aroused, she could see his stiff erection until his loin cloth, but he seemed completely disinterested in touching her.
“It’s to get you ready for your customer,” Dani said, coming up behind her. “If we let Kail finish the job, it would defeat the purpose.”
“That’s a dirty trick,” Calla muttered, her face growing flushed. She felt so embarrassed. She’d almost come on the table, yet for Kail this was simply business.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Kail said, lifting her chin with one gentle finger. He smiled into her eyes. “It’s all right to enjoy the massage. And it’s all right to enjoy your client. You’re going to have a wonderful time tonight, you just need to let yourself go.”
Calla nodded, mesmerized by his soothing voice, and Dani held her robe out. The rough fabric rubbed her ni**les, and she gasped at the sensation.
“Come along,” Dani said with a wicked smile. “Let’s get you some more wine and find you something to wear.”
They walked slowly back to Dani’s dressing room. Every move felt fluid, surreal, to Calla. Was it the wine? The massage? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care, she realized with a start. She simply liked it.
Dani spent the next hour and a half getting her ready. She created an artless, simple style for her hair, rubbed subtle creams and cosmetics on her face, and even gave her rouge for her ni**les. Calla giggled at this, thinking Dani was joking at first. Dani just smiled and shook her head; her little Calla was a true innocent. She had no idea how wild Seth would be for her.
The final touch was a barely-there dress made entirely of floating, semi-transparent scarves. It covered her completely, yet with every step she took her legs were outlined or exposed between layers. The peaks of her br**sts were outlined as well, and as Calla stood looking at herself in the mirror she was stunned. It was as if Calla the slave girl had disappeared. In her place was Devora, a pleasure worker whose face was flushed with arousal and anticipation. She licked her lips, then looked at Dani for her reaction.
“Oh, Seth will like that,” Dani whispered.
“I’m ready for him,” Calla replied in a throaty voice. She took a final swig of wine, then set down her glass and turned to the door, tossing her hair and laughing with happiness. She felt like she was just about ready for anything.
As they walked through the house toward the room Dani had reserved, Calla found it was getting harder and harder to stay focused on the task ahead of her. Each and every man she saw as she walked through the House of Lilies looked good enough to eat.
“I think you drank a little too much,” Dani said with a wicked laugh, guiding Calla along a gallery that looked over the main performance area. Along the way were entrances to the small rooms used to entertain clients. Dani had introduced her to the other Guild workers as her cousin Devora, and explained she was setting up a private contract. The women had been polite, but distant, tolerating her presence because of Dani. The house manager had made it clear that “Devora” was only to visit with her proposed client, however, and just for one evening. She might have been Dani’s cousin, but she was competition, and the Guild wouldn’t allow her to stay for long.
They hadn’t forbidden her to watch what was going on around her, though, and the sight was even more educational than the training vids. Dani had told her that most of the activity took place in the private rooms. It must have been some pretty spectacular stuff, because as far as Calla could tell just about every possible kind of sexual activity was already happening all around her–and the floor show hadn’t even started yet.
A passionate female moan, followed by the sound of clapping, sounded through the room, startling Calla. Pulling away from Dani, she leaned over the edge of the gallery to see what had happened.