Washington D.C. Series 3:1 - The Invitation
Eva turned the envelope over and over in her hands. The courier had her sign for it only a few minutes ago and she had yet to open it. She wasn't sure what to do with it. She had never received an envelope like this before and had certainly never had one delivered by courier.
It was metallic gold that was obviously quite expensive from the feel of it. It was addressed in fancy black lettering to only her name. The back was sealed with a wax insignia of an M intertwined with a whip. Eva knew who it was from and yet she was still nervous about opening it. It had been just over two months since the day in Ms. McCabe's office when she shared with her mentor that first and only time.
With trembling fingers, she broke the seal and opened the envelope. Inside was an invitation written in gold on a heavy black card. It read:
9 o'clock, Friday April 13
9 Morse Street, Washington D.C.
Black tie requested.
Slaves dressed to please.
Key entry required.
Key? Eva returned to the envelope and turned it over. Out came a blank black credit card with a metallic strip across the back. Eva looked at the invitation again. There was nothing else.
Eva was slightly perplexed but pleased at the same time as this was perhaps her allowance to participate in Elizabeth McCabe's world. She was being allowed in completely now. Eva smiled to herself and then froze. What would she wear? It was only a week away and Eva, being a jeans and t-shirt girl outside of work, had nothing formal for a party like this. What kind of formal wear was appropriate? Then another thought crossed her mind and she smiled wickedly. She was allowed to dress Brent as she pleased. That was a very appealing thought.
Eva sat down in a chair and pondered over Brent. She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander back to last night. He was such a slut for her, doing everything she asked, begging when he needed to, holding out until he had permission to cum and then pleasuring her with the same intensity as their first night together. She'd reward him this weekend at the party.
Having the day to herself, Eva set out to find the perfect outfit for the party. She knew the week was going to be hellish at work and if she didn't go shopping today she'd never have the chance. She could, of course, always order something online but she never had luck ordering the right size.
Wandering down L Street she admired the store mannequins posing in the shop windows. She passed many beautiful dresses, stunning artistry with fabric. None of which Eva could afford. She didn't mind. These dresses weren't right for the party. Eva wasn't sure what was right, but these didn't seem to be it. She needed something sexier, more daring but not slutty. Resigning herself to the fact that she may be out all day, Eva took a detour into a café to get a caffeine boost.
She soon found herself standing in front of a tattoo shop watching a very hot and sexy young tattoo artist work on a large burly man already covered in various snakes and skulls. Her decision was impulsive, but Eva walked in knowing exactly what she wanted.