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a rush of air. She opened the file on the desk and started reading. Her body heated while she read the list of preferences for domination and submission, fetishes and toys. She probably rushed through it too quickly, ticking ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘hard limit’ in quick succession, wondering if she would live to regret the amount of affirmative answers she had given. Oh well , she thought, smiling remembering her response to Nicole’s bet while she signed the consent form. In for a penny, in for a pound.
    She placed the folder back on the desk and the door opened. She turned to see a young woman dressed in a short leather skirt and plain white T-shirt enter the room. Her breasts showed through the transparent material, reminding Erica that she might soon be similarly displayed for all to see.
    “Come with me, Miss Neilson.”
    Erica rose and followed her out into the hallway and up the stairs. Conal’s assistant walked quickly and Erica struggled to keep up with her while she was led to a room on the second level of the house. The girl opened the door and stood back, ushering her inside.
    The assistant followed her in and closed the door behind her. “You must remove your clothes now.”
    Erica’s pulse kicked up several dozen notches. She’d never undressed in front of another woman before. Not even her mother had seen her without clothes since she’d started puberty and had begun the whole poor body image thing, so this was new for her. This woman didn’t seem to notice her reluctance because she walked past her to an adjoining room. The sound of running water reminded her that she was here to enjoy herself, so she might as well get into the spirit of things.
    She almost lost her nerve, however, after she removed her dress and placed it on a small padded cushion. At this moment in time she couldn’t decide if she was going to kill Nicole or be forever in her debt. Either way she’d committed to be here now so unless she wanted to leave without having any fun at all she needed to cooperate. It was now or never.
    “Do you require assistance?”
    “Um, no. I’m good.”
    The assistant waited patiently while Erica fumbled with the catch of her black lace bra. She resisted the urge to cover herself when it was taken from her. Before she could think too hard about it, she slid her fingers under the elastic of the matching G-string and removed the last scrap of covering from her body.
    “I guess if we’re getting acquainted I should know your name.”
    The girl lowered her head, her eyes to the floor. “My name is not important.”
    Erica crossed her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the other as a cool breeze tickled her skin. “Come on, I’m naked here. Surely that qualifies as friendly.”
    She lifted her face, her eyes showing a hint of an apology. “My role here does not require for my name to be used. I am here to serve Master Conal.”
    Erica stood and stared for a few more seconds, pondering exactly what this girl’s role was, and why she would want to be subjugated to a level that took away her name. Apparently, since everyone was here by choice, she must want it that way, so who was Erica to judge? “All right, so I’m naked. What’s next?”
    She was led into the adjoining room. A large empty spa bath filled the centre space but Erica was ushered to the side where there was a table covered with a cotton sheet.
    “You must lie on the table.”
    “So I’m getting a massage?”
    The girl with no name shook her head. “Sir may allow that later, but for now you are to be prepared.”
    Prepared? What the heck did she mean by prepared ? And that’s when she spied the side table. On top of it lay a silver tray with blades and an electric razor, a shaving brush, and a bowl of steaming water. Oh shit. She remembered the section of the checklist that mentioned genital shaving. She’d marked it with a ‘yes’ because she always got hot reading about it in the BDSM novels she read. Was