8 – New Girl

“I think you need to wash your hair,” Mary ran her fingers through Celia’s hair. “Come on,” she stood up. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”
Celia rolled on to her side, untangled her feet from the covers and followed Mary into the hall.
“That way,” Mary gestured Celia down the hall.
Celia walked down looking in an open door on her left.
“The door after the kitchen,” Mary called down.
Celia walked on and opened the last door. It opened onto a plush green coloured bathroom like nothing Celia had ever seen before. She walked inside, closed the door and just stood there looking at the mirrors cascading into infinity in all directions.
A few minutes later Mary knocked at the door, “Are you alright in there?”
“Yes,” Celia answered. “I’m alright.”
Mary opened the door and stepped inside. “So why don’t I hear the sound of running water?”
Celia gestured around, “I have never seen anything like this before.”
Mary smiled, “Yeh, it took me a while to get used to it as well.” Then her smile widened, “Here let me show you how it all works.”
Celia smiled back.
Mary took Celia’s arm and guided her over to a frosted glass door, “This is the shower.” She opened the door and guided Celia inside. “These are the controls,” she touched a panel just inside the door. “Hot and cold, and volume.”
Celia jerked back as water jetted out of the nozzle at her.
“A bit cold, sorry,” Mary touched the panel again and steam rose out of the water as it arched down onto Celia.
Celia watched in delight as the hot water splashed against her breasts and ran down her body and along her legs.
“Some foam?” Mary touched the panel again and the water turned pink.
Celia lifted her hands into the jet and marveled at the warm pink foam that hit her hands and ran down her arms. She looked at Mary, “This is nice,” she smiled.
Mary smiled back overwhelmed. She gently shuck her head, “Have you never been in a shower before?”
Celia shuck her head, still smiling. “No,” she said.
Mary though for a second. “Then I’d better help you,” Mary pulled her T-shirt over her head, dropped her skirt onto the floor and stepped into the shower with Celia.
Over the following days Mary thought Celia a lot of things.
She thought her how to shop for clothes. Where to go for what. Which colour combinations worked. What was in fashion. And how to carry and project herself.
She showed her how to do her hair and makeup. Introduced her to her circle of friends and coached her on how to socialise.
She also introduced her to the arts of making love. She discovered how to please her and showed her how to please herself. And showed her how to caress and kiss, how to tease and satisfy. How to discover another persons needs and desires and then fulfil them.
And at night she thought her how to minister to Mr. Brown. How to mix his favourite drinks. How to cook his favourite food. How to handle his changing moods. How to present herself to him in the ways he wanted.
And so Celia lived for over three years with Mary and Mr. Brown. The girls had their days mostly to themselfs to do with as they pleased and their nights where occupied with the needs and desires of Mr. Brown. They would shop and socialise with friends during the day and at night put on home made sex shows and strip routines for Mr. Brown and his guests, mostly business assoicates.
Until one day one of Mr. Brown’s associates came to dinner to arrange some business, and afterwards took an unusual interest in Celia. A few days later Mr. Brown arranged for a very strange man with a case of very sophisticated equipment to call and examine Celia. Mr. Brown did not give any reason why.
When the man came Mary sat on the couch, sinking into the soft foam, but not relaxing. She watched as the stranger took Celia by the arm and led her into Mr. Brown’s study. Mr. Brown followed them in and locked the door behind him. She began to worry about what someone with such sophisticated equipment wanted with a sweet young girl like Celia. She felt that such an unusual omen could only mean that the good times where coming to an end.

Chapter 9 – The Big Jump