The first year with the firm had flown by faster than Rachel could believe. She thought back to her interview when she explained that she wanted to throw herself into her work and put her recently ended four year relationship behind her. After all, it was so unsatisfying on so many levels when she looked back, the time with her ex was like some hazy, far way dream. Since the fist day at Design Works, she was set on being the golden girl, the one who everyone wanted on their project team not only because of her creativity and talent but because they really liked her as a person. But still, Rachel noticed a dull ache in the back of her mind as if something was missing.

In fact she was key in the recent win on the contract to design the new Art Museum and in honor of that and her one year anniversary with the firm, the partners decided to close the office at 3 and throw a small catered affair to acknowledge the everyone's hard work. The three principal's, all in their mid-forty's to early fifties, took turns praising various members of the staff and offering a toast for the upcoming year. Like any partnerships, their strengths offset each others weaknesses and know they were the top regional firm as far as prestige. Jason Dixon was the creative force and pointed out on the commitment to design principles that were at the firm's core. John Mayfield was the day to day businessman of the team and his nickname was "Rain man" since he could look at facts and figures and instantly see the impacts to profit or loss. Jack Merton was the structural and construction genius who could see difficulties in construction and worked so close with Jason that their conversations were a flurry of ideas that led to some would say impossible solutions that no one felt was possible but again and again they proved the competition wrong.

Each of the partners made a point of singling her out for praise. Rachel could feel her cheeks get hot as all the eyes were on her. It was intoxicating to be the center of attention if even for a while. The champagne and wine was starting to have an effect really setting a glow over the room and you could feel a general comradely settle over the whole event. But as with all gatherings, people's busy lives caused the numbers to dwindle and Rachel found herself looking at her watch. Why she didn't know, since she would spend another quite evening in her row house again, watching TV or reading a book. Maybe I'll take some work home and get a jumpstart on tomorrow. Going back to her workstation, she started to pack up her things and on the desk was an Ivory Linen Envelope with her name on the front. The only thing else on the lovely envelop was a hot wax seal. Hmmm, she thought, I wonder who this is from but she dismissed the thought almost immediately and shoved the envelop deep in her purse. Once home, she got herself immersed in work for a few hours until the quietness of her home, and the heat of the mid- summer day that had not yet broke made her restless, and a bit uncomfortable, perhaps she should lose the few articles of clothing she had left on; or Maybe a book will relax her mind but after a while her concentration was so poor she put that aside. Going to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat, the sight of her purse sparked a thought of that lovely and mysterious Ivory Linen Envelope, the one with the perfectly done wax seal and her name written carefully on the front Hmmm who would have left it for her, and not just handed it to her. Taking the stunning envelop in her hands, she walked into the bathroom and started to run a steaming hot bath to relax her body and mind. As she climbed into the hot water and let the sensation start to flow over her, she smelled the Linen Envelope and thought it smelled sensuous a bit like Black Current Vanilla, held the envelop to her chest and then began to just stare at it as if staring would reveal the contents. After several times of turning it over, she took a knife and broke the seal. In side as an elegantly hand written note:

Dear Rachel,

Your creativity and talents are greatly appreciated far more than you can know. But I sense that a part of you is dying a slow death and that I cannot stand by and let happen. I value far too much as a person and as a woman to let that come to pass. Come to 4356 High Street by ten o'clock this evening and present this letter to whoever greets you. I promise it will be worth your efforts and you will discover that part of you that is missing. One simple rule, however, you must follow the greeter's instructions to the letter or our encounter will abruptly end.

Signed,
““Master J”

Rachel's first impulse was to throw the letter away. Yet her curiosity kept growing. Who could “Master J” be? A mystery man could be just what she needs at this point in her life? There was something about each of the partners at the firm that intrigued her but could it be someone else? Never assume she told herself. She had to admit that there was something missing, a longing sensation deep in her body and one thing was for certain, it wasn't going to find her, maybe she needed to find it. Without realizing it, her hands had started to circle slowly on her stomach and thighs. A slow fire burned in her but this was not going to take her where her body needed to be taken. Jumping out of the tub, she quickly dressed as she kept checking the time. Why did she not open the letter earlier, she chided herself.

Her heart beat faster as she raced her sleek black mini-cooper down the narrow city streets, weaving in and out of traffic recklessly. She felt a slight tingle of sheer excitement mixed with a feeling of frustration as she drove thru the rain, in the twilight of early evening, trying with intricacy to read the street signs. Shit she swore at herself as she drove right past High Street exasperated and looked at her watch that said ten- thirty. Around the block she went with determination this time, Shit again she whispered. Still as she got closer to her destination, a creeping sensation of anticipation was building. As she pulled up in front of 4356 High, she could not help but gaze up at the brownstone appreciating the architecture of the building. Slowly she walked the steps up to the huge oak and glass door. Now or never girl, she said to herself, it is not too late to turn around. I won't get cold feet now she chided herself since I have come this far. Slowly she reached out and rang the doorbell. A stunning red haired woman with a black mask opened the door. Ah….. Rachel, she said as she smiled pleasure to see you. I will let “Master J” know you are here. Come in and follow me she said. Eying her surroundings, Rachel cautiously followed the tall red haired sensual beauty. Rachel started to ask what this was about but the red haired woman held a finger to her sensual lips and simply said shhh; all good things come to those who wait so please no more questions till “Master J” is ready. Rachel was led up stairs into a large bedroom with dark oak paneling, fireplace, leather loveseat and chairs and a huge canopy bed with silk sheets. The red haired woman turned to Rachel, handed her a stunning black silk negligee and thong along with a blindfold and simply said to put these on and lie on the bed. Rachel looked at her questioningly and the red haired woman reminded her that part of the agreement was to follow the instructions of the greeter to the letter or this would end abruptly but she assured Rachel that she had nothing to fear. Rachel's hand caressed the silk as her mind was racing. Again she thought, nothing ventured is nothing gained.

As Rachel undressed, she had to admit the tingling sensation was building. The cold silk made her body shiver as she slid the negligee on. Walking to the bed she laid down before putting on the blindfold. Laying there in the dark, Rachel found herself dozing off to a light sleep Suddenly she snapped awake at the sound of a door lightly closing. Who is there? She asked. But she was greeted with silence. Slowly she sat up and started to reach for the blindfold. A last a man's whisper came from the room. Rachel if you do not want this to end, you must not touch the blindfold. Rachel did not recognize the whisper since it was so deep and loaded with a sensual tone. The man whispered again to Rachel. My dear you are so talented but all work and no play is not really going to do. Creative people need inspiration and experiences are the best thing to draw on. Please trust me on this. Rachel thought again and finally answered. Yes I trust you “Master J” since I am here and have few options. What do you have in mind she asked, her heart racing more each minute. She was greeted only with silence.

Suddenly a feather stroke traveled along her arm. You must learn to trust your senses Rachel, all of them “Master J” whispered. Allowing the feather to travel over her bare shoulder and too her back. “Master J” used the feather to slowly brush the straps of the negligee off Rachel's shoulder. She could feel herself bite her lip as “Master J” circled her breast with the feather lightly brushing each of her nipples. Rachel started to reach for “Master J” but he stopped her with a whispered command. Not so fast my dear. Lesson two; you must learn to take these sensations in before you give. It is alright to be a bit selfish. “Master J” indulge me in this; your time to give will come soon enough. Rachel let the negligee slip down exposing her to the feather to below her navel. Rachel was stunned as second feather touched her. “Master J” laughed in a low quiet way. My dear you must let yourself go. You are so beautiful; I couldn't keep you to myself. To put you at ease, the other person with us is “Mistress K” You met her when you came in. The thought of the red-haired beauty touching her made Rachel even dizzier as her body was taking over from her mind. Soon as new sensation as a pair of lips started to touch her neck. At this point Rachel wasn't sure whose lips they were, “Master J” or “Mistress K”, but she was beyond caring.

As the tongue and feather roamed her body, Rachel slid the negligee to the floor, exposing more of her skin to the sensual assault. Rachel's back arched off the bed as her muscles reacted to the delicious torment. As the feather slid across her neck, she could feel the tongue tease at the edges of her thong. The wanting made her bite her lip to the point of nearly breaking the skin. Do you want more, Rachel? “Master J” asked. Rachel could scarcely answer the first time. Finally she whispered an almost inaudible yes. She felt lips and hands caress her face as the other brushed her inner thighs. Rachel found herself pressing her body in opposite directions. Don't stop, she said as her most tender spot was lovingly stroked and teased. Son two sets of lips and hands ravaged her womanhood, making her legs shake uncontrollably. Finally not being able to hold back, Rachel let out a primal scream as a massive orgasm sweep over her. Through the fog in her mind, all Rachel could hear was “Master J's” subtle laugh and hear him say, Rachel I think we can move to the next stage of our encounter? OK.

Part 2 >

~ More of Tangled Up in Me ~