Eric or Erica? Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Eric or Erica? Pt. 07

I had been back for just over two weeks and had quickly gotten back into my routine. I was delighted to spend a weekend with Charles, he always made me feel so good about myself and life in general. He was one of those people who just never seemed to have a down or off moment. I still hadn't seen Mr. Z, but it wasn't unusual for a few weeks to go by without me seeing him; the mansion was a HUGE operation.

I emailed mom on a regular basis and called once; like a lot of older people, she wasn't into texting. Dad was doing really good and was wandering around the first floor of the house without much assistance. That sounded like dad. I hadn't received any bills yet from the insurance company which wasn't surprising. It seems like they take forever to finally send you a bill, almost when you've forgotten whether it's ever been paid or not.

So, it was a little bit of a surprise to see Mr. Z waiting at the door to my suite, but not completely. He had a habit of showing up when you least expected him. "Hello Dimitri," I purred.

"Miss O'Brien! Have I not requested that you save that salutation for when we are alone." I looked around; there was no one else in the hallway.

"Seriously? You have been here almost half a year, and you do not realize there are security cameras, WITH audio, in every hallway?"

I couldn't see anything that looked even remotely like a camera, but I blushed and apologized. "I'm sorry Mr. Z. That was careless of me." He nodded and we entered my ...

... suite.

He smiled. "NOW you may call me Dimitri, my dear."

"Typically, when you come to see me, MR. Z, you usually have a special request in mind. How may I help you this time?"

He smiled. Most of the time he knew when I was teasing and how much I enjoyed his visits, however infrequent.

"That is one of the things I admire about you, Erica O'Brien. Your insightfulness and sometimes too much of a willingness to express your opinion."

I curtsied to him; he bowed from the waist to me.

"I have another special client for you. He has quirky sexual tastes but will be harmless to you. He has been a guest here for a number of years and there has never been a hint of trouble between him and any of the entertainers. And he has always tipped most generously. Always. Every single time."

I nodded for him to continue.

"This particular client is a voyeur. He likes to watch. More specifically, he likes to watch a dominant woman with a submissive woman. And most importantly, he doesn't like either entertainer to acknowledge his presence in the room. Even when he is masturbating most enthusiastically, shall we say."

"And what role would you like me to play, the dominant or submissive?"

He nodded. "I have always appreciated your perceptiveness, never willing to take anything for granted and always willing to ask the most insightful questions. While I believe you could be equally successful in either role, this time I would like you to be the submissive. I know that role ...