Chapter 4 Meeting The Genies 2nd Master
•Mel's POV•

*2 Months Later*

  There once was a time, not so long ago, that I lived and breathed for the BDSM club I worked at part time called Sinful Delight. Counting down each day of the month between opening night religiously on all of my calendars. Planning my next costume or outfit weeks in advance. Giddy like a school girl with her first crush each time I was requested for a special meeting with a client in between waiting.

  Now a days I loathed the first Saturday of the month. I didn't really give a shit about the place anymore. I didn't dress up in sexy outfits. I didn't bother fixing my hair, or wearing any makeup.

  I tried my best to go completely unnoticed while I was there. Adamantly refusing all special requests for my company. Going so far as to screen my calls, so I wouldn't accidentally answer Sherry. The new Gem in charge of The Glory Hole.

  I'd already been planning of ways to avoid going to the annual Halloween Costume Party altogether this year. Laying her ground work for the mysterious illness that would be causing havoc to my body that night always two weeks in advance. Well, as best as I could seeing as I still refused to talk to anyone.

  For the first week everything was going according to my plan, and right on schedule. Until the week of the party. When two different things happened simultaneously ensuring I would show up.

  First, Monday afternoon Drake called me at my work. It was a sneaky, but effective, way to ensure I answered his call. Completely catching me off guard when I recognized his voice on the other end of the line as well.

  Before I could hang up though, Drake threw out the one word he knew I would do anything for, Abbie. Thankfully he didn't ask me for much. Feeding me a well rehearsed tale of bullshit about making this Halloween Costume Party special for her. Like a do-over of the first time they saw each other at this same party last year, so of course I said yes.

  The second thing to happen that week came later Wednesday night. When I got to the apartment that night from work there was a note waiting on me from Abbie. Telling me she had to stay late at school to study, and not to wait up. So I was baffled when a knock came at the door some time later.

  Since I was the only one at home I unfortunately had to open the door. Getting up from my comfortable spot on the couch I made my way across the room. Only for my confusion to grow when I noticed it was a delivery guy standing outside. Holding a rather large box under his arm looking board.

  "Mel Blu?" He asked me mid-smack of his gum before I could even speak.

  "Yea." I say giving him the same amount of disinterest.

  "Here ya go, Lady." The guy finishes handing me the box before turning around getting ready to leave.

  "WAIT! Who sent this?" My question stopping him quickly.

  The delivery guy just looks over his shoulder and shrugs. "Private sender. I don't have any other details than that. Sorry." Then he turns back around and bounces his way down the steps. Going to the mountain bike and unlocking it from the lamp post along the sidewalk. Getting on then giving me a small wave before disappearing down the street.

  I place the big box under my arm like the delivery guy had it. Balancing the to big box for my frame as I went back inside my apartment. Shutting the door and making my way back to the living room. I take my seat back in the middle of the couch and place the box in the center of the coffee table starring.

  I stretch my arm out hesitantly running my fingers over the expensive black satin. Wrapping around the edges of the box, and coming to meet on the top center in a giant bow. Smiling as the material tickles across my skin.

  I notice a small black envelope behind the bow. Held between two of the strings with my name in white letters on the front. I take the note from the box and open it. I slide the folded white paper out and unfold it. The extremely nice and precise handwriting inside catching my eyes right away.

  'Ms Blu,
     The moment I saw this costume I knew it belonged to no other, but you. For you are a living creation from all of my fantasies. A mythical creature with an unstoppable amount of power. The living embodiment of the fabled Genie from The Lamp.
     Will you be my personal fantasy? My personal Genie here to grant me my three wishes?
     Say "Yes" my Genie, and I may just use my last wish to set you free. Would you like that?
     If you are ready to grant me those wishes will you come to me at the Costume Party? Meet me in The Medieval Room. Your Master will be patiently waiting for you.
     Until then,
       X'

  My hands were shaking as I put the paper back into the card, and sat it down beside me on the couch. So many different emotions rolling through me at once. Growing more perplexed and confused as the seconds tick by.

  Is that X meaning the persons initials, or X as in a kiss?

  I go through my mental Rolodex of the names of members and people working at the club. Coming up blank on names that even start with an x at the club. It's pretty safe to say I have no idea what the X means!

  I shake away my thoughts and reach for the box next. Pulling on two strands of the ribbon around the edge of the box. Sitting the ribbon on the table beside the box. Leaving the bow completely intact. I remove the top and place it at the floor beside my feet. Then carefully unfold the tissue paper inside gasping at what's inside.

  Laying at the bottom of the box is the most exquisite Costume I've ever seen. At first glance I can tell the fabric is hand crafted, what little of it is there. The costume has very little material holding it together, and it's see through at that!

  I pick the top up from inside first. Holding it out in front of me for inspection. It is no more than a string bikini top. Black in color with gold strings outlining the cup, and tying together behind my neck and chest.

  Shaking my head I place the top down on the coffee table on the other side of the box. Then reach back inside pulling out the next few loose pieces. A pair of matching three inch thick wrist cuffs, and the cutest pair of gold booties I'd ever seen! The shoes reminding me of something an Elf would wear. With their long pointy tip that curled around and had a bell on the ends.

  I place the pair of items beside the top on the table. Then go back pulling out the last item from the box, and hold them up in front of me. Truly shocked into silence at the sight. The sheer black pants aren't made with nearly enough fabric to cover my entire lower body.

  Only a small black string at the waist held the front and back of the pants together. Leaving the sides of my hips bare for all to see before meeting back up at my knees. At least the front had a slightly thicker piece of gold material made like a band that came to a v in the middle. Giving me a small amount of modesty by covering my sex. Just lovely!

  Finished I gently lay each piece back into the bottom of the box. I cover the costume back up with the tissue paper first then the lid. Getting up from the couch I take the box into my room and slide it under my bed. Hiding it so Abbie wouldn't find, or see it.

  The rest of the night I try my hardest to forget all about this new request, and all thoughts of this mysterious 'X' from my mind. Giving all my focus the list of items Drake asked me to help with. Arranging everything in just a few hours. Even adding a few things I thought of on my own that Drake will thank me for later. Happier than I've been in months when I finish I decide to call it a night earlier than usual.

  The next two days are ranked in the 5 top worst days of my life! I try my damndest to go about my days as normal as humanly possible, or somewhat close to what the normal has become. Only to fall flat on my face!

  From tossing and turning all night long, and getting zero seconds of sleep. Rolling out of bed and getting dressed soundlessly. Making sure to leave the apartment a full hour before Abbie's alarm even goes off.

  Making it in to the office before everyone else. Hiding away barely speaking. Trying to go unseen by everyone there. Jumping in fright if someone touched me. Sluggishly making my way home every afternoon only to hide away again inside the apartment. Before calling it a night, and getting into bed. Only to start the cycle all over again.

  My frustration all thanks to one simple thing. 'X'!

  I gave myself an embarrassingly high amount of 'Come-to-Jesus' talks with my wayward thoughts every day. Repeating the same pep-talk, and reciting the same growing list of reasons why I should be avoiding men right now. Replaying Master B's final words to me numerous times in vivid detail.

  By Friday night I couldn't take any more of the not knowing and constant wondering. Alone in the apartment sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand I finally caved. I pulled my phone from inside my purse. Getting the number I wanted I hit send and sat back. Calling Sherry first to try and get any information.

  Except for once, the woman, who I thought knew everything about Sinful Delight, didn't know jack shit! Giving me nothing at all on who the mysterious 'X' could be. I even tried a few of the other GEMS I'd gotten friendly with while I worked there asking them. They all gave me the same answer as Sherry.

  Hours later I finally gave up. Falling back into the couch and releasing a sigh. I slide my phone back and forth between my finger while I was thinking. Working myself into a jittery, nervous wreck with all the thoughts racing through my mind.

  I almost picked the phone up several time that night to call Sherry back. I was either going to go along with my original plan of calling in sick to work, or just fucking quit as soon as she answered. I wasn't really sure which option I wanted to pick, but something stopped me each time.

  I didn't get any sleep, for the third night in a row, that night. Tossing and turning continuously. My brain absolutely refusing to switch off and give me an ouch of reprieve. When I finally decided to give up and get up out of bed Saturday morning it was already mid-morning.

  I felt like a zombie, and when I finally got a chance to see myself in a mirror I resembled an extra from The Walking Dead! I kept myself busy after that for the rest of the morning. Cleaning the entire apartment, crossing off a few small DIY projects, and reading over a couple of briefs from work. Until my mind refused to concentrate on the task for a second longer.

  I gave up trying then. Putting everything away. Then starting to get ready for the nights festivities. Who cares if it was still hours before I normally would start?!

  I took a long, hot shower. Scrubbing my skin, and shaving every hair from my body. I stepped out about twenty minutes later, and wrapped a towel around my body to absorb the water as I started getting ready.

  I went to the counter and grabbed my brush and hair dryer. Blowing my hair out long and straight. Then pulled it into a ponytail high on top of my head. I added my makeup next. Keeping my look light and simple, but adding a shimmering gold cat like effect to my eyes. Finishing it off with a bright red lip stain to my lips.

  I held on tightly to my towel as I walked across the hall into my room. Taking the box from under my bed, and walking back into the bathroom. Shutting the bathroom door then placing the box down on the counter. I place the lid on the floor and open the tissue paper. Slowly, gently putting the costume on so I don't rip any snags in the fabric.

(Mel's costume, but she has blond hair😉.)

  I took a step back as I slide the final piece of the costume, the cuffs, onto my wrist. Taking my first look at the finished product I'm speechless from the image of the woman looking back at me. On the outside she looks flawless and shinning like she was made of real gold. But underneath you could still see a sadness deep in her eyes.

  I shook off the depressing feelings as I turned leaving the bathroom. I walk through the main room stopping at the coat closet by the front door. I take a long black knit cardigan from inside pulling it on over the costume. Closing the closet door I grab my clutch purse font the table beside it. Then walk out the front door.

  I look around nervously as I step outside. Making my way down the step and a few paces down the sidewalk before hailing the first cab that came by. Mentally calculating the time I should arrive at the club as I get in the back of the car. Smiling in glee once I realize I might even avoid seeing Duke getting there so early.

  It was still technically rush hour traffic when I got into the cab. Making the drive across town take longer than normal. Stopping outside the club at 5:30 pm. I gave the driver a generous tip before getting out of the cab. My anxiety levels rising with each step I took toward the old warehouse building.

  Reaching the heavy metal front doors I pulled one open slightly peaking inside. Making sure Duke wasn't at his counter, or walking around the lobby. If he was I could just close the door just as quietly and leave without him seeing me. I didn't care if I had to wait awhile for someone else to show up so I could sneak in with them.

  Thankfully the lobby was completely empty. I silently pulled the metal door open a little more, and slipped inside. Closing the door soundlessly behind me then sprinting across the lobby. Taking a moment and doing the same to the doors leading to the main room of the club. Running flat out across the main floor down the stairwell. Not stopping until I'm safely tucked away in the back hallway of The Glory Hole.

  I open the door going into the first locker room along the hallway. Closing the door quickly before walking straight to the back corner of the room. Taking a seat on the wooden bench directly in front of my locker, and putting my head in my hands.

  I sit there quietly with my eyes closed trying to get my shit together for awhile. Using deep breathing exercises to calm my chaotic nerves. Only getting up and leaving the room once the others started coming in. I make my way into the break room next. Choosing a seat in the corner, everyone usually avoids, until time for opening.

  Twenty minutes before the club is scheduled to open Sherry walks into the break room. Walking to the back wall where the bulletin board is, and hanging tonight's assignments on it. When she turns around she spots me and sends me a questioning look. Silently asking me why I'm sitting alone. I give her a small smile in answer and wave her over.

  My legs are tingling as I get up and meet her in the middle of the room. Checking with her one last time everything is ready for Drake tonight. Going over every item on the list again as we walk out of the break room back down the hall. Finally parting ways outside of her office.

  I walk back into the main room of The Glory Hole right as the warning bells sounds over the speakers. I didn't walk any further into the room. Staying by the doorway leaning my upper body and foot against the wall.

  I notice my foot resting against the wall start to shake. Hardly moving at first, but increasing in speed as the seconds pass. Until it moves covering my entire body.

  I couldn't stop biting at the skin on my bottom lip. Sweat beading up out of every pore along my skin. My body going into a midfield state of shock as the opening music comes over the speakers.

  My wild-eye stare immediately going to the opening to The Glory Hole. Checking each persons face as they walk in. Silently praying for Drake and Abbie to show up late keeping me here for the rest of the night. Unfortunately that just became an unanswered prayer. The gorgeous couple dressed as Little Red Riding Hood And The Big Bad Wolf walking in moments later.

  As soon as I notice my best friend/roommate/ sister and the man that stole her heart I start walking toward them. Meeting the couple in the middle of the room. Abbie stepping forward engulfing me in a bear hug. The first physical contact we've shared in over two months.

  "I love your costume! You look gorgeous as always, Mel!" Abbie gushes at me pulling back slightly to look me in the eye as she speaks.

  "Thanks Lil Hood! You look positively sinful yourself!" I tell her truthfully, but having to force the cheerfulness into my voice.

  Abbie let me go then. Taking a step back cuddling back into Drakes side. Drake moved instinctively wrapping her back into his embrace. She was smiling at me, but it started to slip as she scanned my face more closely. I didn't give her time to question me. Dropping back into business mood as I turn to face Drake. Using all of my mediocre acting skills to hide my chaotic emotions.

  "I took care of everything on the list you asked me for. I even added a few things you might have forgot, just in case. The space you requested is roped off and only yours for the entire night. Your personal toy bag is waiting for you between the base of the equipment and the exterior wall. Just as you asked. Is there anything else you can think of that you might need?"

  "Nope That should cover it. Thank you Mel for all your help this week in making sure this night is special for both Abbie and myself. I owe you one. Where are you off to for the rest of the night?" Drake asked me with a carefree smile pulling Abbie even closer into his body.

  "I've been requested by someone new. They signed the card they sent me with only an 'X'. No matter who I ask I haven't been able to figure out his real name, or any other information about him. I'm suppose to meet him on the third floor in The Medieval Room. I was waiting here to check in with you two before I head that way." My voice tries to crack and show my nerves as I speak, but I manage to hide it.

  "Of course. Then we won't keep you any longer. Have fun tonight Mel." He tells me giving me a genuine smile.

  "See ya later Mel. Don't worry about tonight. You can handle anything! Plus, you look absolutely to die for!" Abbie says giving me a boost of confidence I desperately need.

  "Thanks Abs. See ya tomorrow night when you get home?" I ask hopefully really needing to finally vent my frustrations to someone.

  "Absolutely Sista!" She tells me loudly looking over Drake's shoulder as he pulls her across the floor.

  I manage to send her a tiny real smile before walking out of The Glory Hole. Going up both flights of stairs at a snails pace. Stepping out onto the third floor lobby and walking down the hallway to my left. Stopping outside a closed door on the right in the middle of the hallway and knocking.

  I stand there shaking as I wait for someone to answer the door. Giving it a few minutes before knocking again. I wait another five minutes before admitting to myself no one is inside, and trying the door. I let the door open slowly as I step inside and look around. Noticing the only thing in the room is a stool directly in the center with a folded piece of paper and something black on top.

  I walk toward the note cautiously like it might jump off the stool and bite me. I pick it up and open it. Reading the words written there in the same neat perfectly formed letters as before.

  'Genie,
     Still wish to be set free? Place the black hood, under this note, over your head, and wait for me.
     Your Master
       X'

  I pick up the silk hood up from the stool with my free hand. While letting the note drop to the floor with my other. I move my eyes back and forth between the hood and the note on the floor several time. Debating with myself if I should obey this mysterious X, or drop everything and run.

  Each time I look at the hood my stomach drops to my feet. Alarm bells start blaring a warning in my head. Something deep inside trying to tell me something big is about to happen if I stay. Life changing, and scary enough to petrify me.

  'Do I really want something like that to happen in my life right now?'

  The subconscious sex fiend living inside my body starts jumping up and down ecstatically. Screaming yes as loud as she can over and over. The rational, hurt, betrayed little girl inside of me is cowering in the corner begging me with her wide, misty, doe-like eyes to run, and fast. My heart feels torn, and ready to beat out of my chest in this situation.

  If I'm being completely honest with myself, I was desperate for something to happen. Anything to change the downward spiral I've been in these last three months. I'm desperately to feel anywhere remotely like myself again!

  'Like Mel Fucking Blu! The baddest bitch in the whole damn town!'

  With that final thought I make up my mind. My shoulders slump forward as my inner scared child throws a tantrum in defeat. I slip the silk black hood over my head, and pull it down covering my face completely. I reach my hands out blindly searching for the stool. Using it to turn myself around to face the door. Then bending my knees and gracefully kneeling on the floor.

  I move my legs open more until they are shoulder with apart. Then move my arms behind my back holding onto my elbows tightly. My heaving chest is pushed further out in my new position. With my head angled down toward the floor I sit perfectly still. Presenting myself for whoever came through the door next.

  'The mysterious Master X demanding his three wishes. I just pray one of them really will set me free!'

**********************************

I know y'all just want to kill me with the cliffhanger!!! 😈😜😈
The next chapter we meet the great Dean Masters, so that should make up for it. Right??
So don't forget to vote, comment, and tell your friends all about this great Sinfully Delightful Universe!
  Stay awesome my lovelies!
  Callie!

Text Copyright  ©Callie Sumner ™ 2019