The entire room stood in shock and awe. Whispers began to shake through the room, "Her eyes!," "Those have to be contacts," " So that's her dirty little secret." She held her head high, closed her eyes and re-opened them, finally able to look at all those people clearly. They held the color of an alley cat, neon green, shot through with yellow, like lightning over a newly grown spring grass field. The center a simple slit of black, and there were no whites to her eyes. Only the bright coloration rimmed in dark thick lashes, shaped like almonds.
" This cat is out of the bag.", was all she said, before leaving the chair and waltzing back up to the stage. She exited through the side door to the right, where she always took her leave after giving out the password to the next event. Everyone stood there for what seemed like forever, in total silence. A man in only a sheer white leotard walked into the center and announced, " Tomorrow night is going to be special. Mistress V has finally exposed her eyes to the public view. Everything will be explained after tomorrow nights festivities. That is, if your all brave enough to hear it." He strode out of the middle, leaving with a wild stream of words and conversations behind him.
My name is Gage, well my true name is Gregory, but Mistress V renamed me as Gage. I have been serving the Mistress the entire eleven years that my Mistress has been in this state. My Mistress moved here in search of the perfect spot to open a club for "her types." I first set eyes upon my Mistress while I was working as a server at a local restaurant. My heart fell as I watched the hostess seat this woman in my section. She wore a scarlet red sheer veil over her eyes, along with her wardrobe of skin tight leather pants, and canvas trench coat that was tailor fitted to her curves. Before she seated herself, she took off her coat revealing a button up blouse the same color of her veil, and shockingly the same sheer, see-through material. My mouth began to water seeing that she wore no bra under the mostly see-through shirt. The color of the shirt gave her skin the color of blush roses and her nipples the tint of blood.It seemed like every eye was upon the scantily clad dressed woman that just seated herself in the corner of the restaurant.
My palms were sweating profusely as I approached her table. "Wel..welcome to Shea's." I stammered out. " May I start you out with a drink this evening?" She didn't even look at me as she answered, " No thank you, I'll just give you my order now." I've honestly never had someone dismiss a drink and just begin with their order. " Okay, what can I get for you tonight?" This time she looked up at my face and tilted her head a bit like a confused animal. Then she straightened her self and shook her head, " I only want your finest stake, seared 3 minutes on each side. I want the blood to flow once I cut into it." "Ma'am, I must ask that you sign a waver for something like that. We are not permitted to serve meat so rare with out it." With a flick of her wrist, she shooed me away, " Get me your little paper boy." And before I could get 2 steps away from her I hear, "Oh and waiter, do not address me as Ma'am. Madame is more suiting." I turned back to her without a thought, bowed at the waist and replied, " Yes Madame."
As I walked into the back to retrieve the waver for this strange customer, I thought to myself, " I've never had someone correct me on as to what to call them by. A normal Ma'am or Sir usually suffices, but she corrected me and instructed me to call her something even more old worldly. How odd." I walked back to her table and again with out thinking bowed with my face to the ground and handed her the waver. "Madame.." She took the paper from my hand and for reasons unknown to myself I didn't raise. Perplexed, as I stood there bent over looking to the floor thinking, " Why in the hell am I still like this? STAND UP YOU IDIOT!" Just then a hand came into view at my face, a finger went under my chin and she was pulling my face up to her eye level. She looked into my face for what seemed like hours and honestly I was just fine like this. Her skin touching mine, even if was just the tiniest bit of flesh on flesh, I was happy with it. Again she tilted her head, then with out warning brought her face beside mine with her mouth so close to my ear I could listen to her shallowest of breaths. " You know, you look quite the fool stooped over like this. Though it makes me wonder about you young man. You know nothing of me at all, yet here you are bowing in my presence. You've peeked my interest, which could be good or bad. Now take your little paper and get my dinner. When you come back, bring the check and leave your work hours and your phone number on it. If you understand nod your head." Without questioning her or even myself, I nodded my head rapidly. I stood and she handed me the paper.
I gave the cook the waver and watched him shake his head the entire time while he walked back to the grill. I stood and waited for her food the whole 9 minutes it took to prepare. The cook didn't even have to ring the bell, I just grabbed the plate even before he could place it one the out going counter. I sat the plate down as I took the bill from the turn table and wrote down what she asked of me. " What the HELL was I doing?" I thought as I scribbled down my cell phone number. " I don't know this woman at all. Yet here I am doing what she's asked of me. I'm giving her my work hours and my phone number. She could be some harlot psychopath looking for her next victim." So many things played around in my head while I was writing, but I didn't care. I took the plate and the bill and walked back to her table. I sat down her plate and bowed again, with my hand out and her check in it. "Here you are Madame." Once she took the check from my hand, she automatically told me to stand. I did so, and a wide smile came to her fabulous lips. I gave her the simplest of nods and again she waved me off. "That will be all, thank you."
She surely took her time eating that stake, cutting it into tiny morsels, piece by piece. I could barely focus on the other customers giving me their orders. My eyes kept back over to her table countless times. It seemed like every time I looked her way, she was looking mine. Yet it was eerie for the fact that I couldn't be entirely sure if she was looking my way or not... because of that veil.
Finally while I was hazily walking an order out, I noticed her pulling her napkin from her lap and placing it on the table My heart skipped a beat when I realized I had to go back over to her to get the check and money. I wasted no time picking up my pace weaving through those tables to drop the order so that I could get close to this woman again.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought. "I've never been so rustled by a woman in my life. I'm not a bad looking guy. I've had my fair share of luck with the ladies. Yet!, none of them affected me like this."
As i reached her table, she was placing her money on the small tray with the bill. Once again I bent at the waist, my face to the floor. She pulled her chair out and my eyes couldn't help, but roam. Those fucking leather pants couldn't have gotten any tighter. They hugged her shapely thighs perfectly, and I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing panties, for the leather road up in just the right place showing off her slit and the swell of the lips.
The sound of her clearing her throat brought me back to myself. Her voice came out clipped, "Stand up!." I winced at the tone in her voice. "Yes, Madame.." I whispered as I stood. She fallowed, standing up..handing me the tray. I took the bill and money, and she began putting her coat on. "Keep the change." She said.
The she took a very quick step in my direction almost knocking me off balance because I didn't know if she was going to step right into me. A smile crept across those luscious lips. She laughed softly, "Even though I should keep it for the eye humping you gave my body."
She stepped around me with ease... leaving me mouth open, eyes wide, stunned, and a hundred dollar tip in hand.