Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 19:01:01 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: My Seventeenth Summer, Part 11

I went to bed early, exhausted after my encounter with Ana and Vu. I woke
up before dawn but stayed in bed, semi-conscious, letting my mind drift. It
had been an eventful couple of days. Images of Laura and Lana, of Ana and
Vu, came and went and then finally just went. I'd had a great time with
them but only that; the thought that came to my mind and stayed was of
Madeleine. I missed her. She'd been gone only a couple of days but it
seemed like much longer. I wanted to see her, feel her, taste her, to rest
my head between her breasts and hear her heart beating.


I felt a little guilty about playing around on her while she was out of
town, even though it was clear that she had arranged these assignations for
me. It was after all, just sex...great sex, but lacking that divine spark I
felt with Madeleine. It even seemed possible that, eventually, I could
become bored of fucking different beautiful girls every day. Who would have
thought it?


Then a novel thought occurred to me. What if, the next time someone tried
to seduce me, I resisted instead of diving right between the first pair of
legs that opened for me? What would that be like? The idea was perversely
exciting. After taking a long shower, I put on my most conservative
underwear--sexless stuff that I never wore anymore--and a dress my mom had
bought me, long-sleeved and cut high on top and down around my ankles
below.


Fortunately, it was a cool and cloudy day, so I felt pretty comfortable in
my wholesome attire. After breakfast I strolled over to Madeleine's and
found the envelope labeled "Wednesday." I popped it open and out fluttered
a cream-colored card that said:


      You Are Invited

to a private showing at

            Chimera


and gave an address on Lagoon out by the water. This was happening, it
said, today at 11 A.M. I checked the clock. It was almost 10:30, so I was
going to have to hustle if I was going to make it on time.


The clock on the dash showed 11:00 exactly as I made my way up a long,
winding driveway to the house at the address on the card. It was actually
less of a house than a mini-mansion, Victorian style, with extensive
gardens and what looked to be stables in back. Clearly, whoever lived here
had quite a bit of money. I parked and walked toward what looked to be the
front door. I was feeling kind of uncomfortable; I wasn't used to places
like this and felt instinctively that I wouldn't fit in. But I had after
all been invited, so I tried to relax and just see what would happen.


The door was answered by a girl about my age, a very cute one with olive
skin, long, medium-hue brown hair, and big, friendly brown eyes. "Hi,
Morgan," she said. "We've been expecting you."


I was a little taken aback. "Have we met?" I asked. I thought maybe she
went to my school, though I couldn't remember seeing her before.


"No, Madeleine provided us with your picture. Won't you come in?" Strange;
I didn't recall Madeleine ever taking any pictures of me. Forgetting about
that for the moment, I stepped into the foyer, which was as big as some
people's living rooms. "My name is Julia," said the girl, extending a hand.
She was somewhat oddly dressed, I realized, wearing a black designer dress
that was covered from neck to knees by a long white apron, which in turn
was dusted with flour. "Pardon me, I've been in the kitchen," she said.
"Will you excuse me for just a moment?"


Julia disappeared through a doorway and when she returned a minute later,
the apron was gone, revealing formidable cleavage that was pulled together
and up by the tight dress. "Thanks for waiting," she said, "and welcome to
Chimera. Will you follow me, please?"


Julia led me through a huge, beautifully furnished dining room to the base
of a long spiral staircase, which we began to ascend. I noted the alluring
sway of Julia's ass as she walked, but went no further with the thought. We
climbed for awhile and, as it was dim, I stuck close behind Julia to keep
her in sight. Suddenly she stopped and I bumped against her; next thing I
knew, I was up against the wall and Julia was kissing me. I was totally
flummoxed for a second, but then I pulled away. "Um, excuse me..." I said.


She looked at me quizzically. "What's the matter, you don't like me?"


"I just met you a minute ago."


Julia shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said, and resumed ascending the
stairs.


At the top we walked through wooden double doors into a cavernous,
high-ceilinged room. It was like a small theater, with a stage at one end
surrounded by an array of plush chairs. They weren't arranged in rows,
though, but scattered about hither and yon according to someone's whim. The
floors were dark wood polished to a glossy sheen. My eyes were drawn to a
purple chair at the left side of the stage, which contained a stunning
young woman somewhere in her early 20s. She was tall, long-limbed, with
cocoa-colored skin; I wouldn't have known whether to call her a
dark-skinned white person or a light-skinned black one, and I don't suppose
it makes any difference. She had on a chic, loose-fitting white silk suit
and a lovely feathered hat.


Julia led me up to her and stopped. "This is India," Julia said. "She'll be
your attendant today." India looked up at me; she was truly gorgeous, with
high cheekbones and piercing indigo eyes. She cradled a champagne glass in
one hand; the bottle was on a table next to her, along with bread and an
assortment of cheeses.


India offered me her hand. "Welcome, Morgan," she said. "It's a pleasure to
have you here today. Won't you have a seat?" She indicated the dark blue
chair on the other side of the table. "Our show will be getting underway in
just a few minutes. Won't you have some champagne while you wait?"


I shook my head as I sank down into the chair. "It's a little early for
me," I said.


India shrugged -- the gesture was eerily similar to the shrug Julia had
given me on the stairs. "Cheese, then? Can Julia bring you some other kind
of food or beverage?"


"No thanks. I'm just fine for now."


"Then that'll be all for now, Julia," said India, nodding. Julia exited
through the door from which we had entered. India handed me a booklet from
a pile on the table. "Perhaps you'd like to look through our catalog while
you wait."


Weird -- it hadn't occurred to me until just then that I had no idea what I
was there for. I flipped open the catalog.