| Marissa, Part One Marissa had a deep, dark secret. She was now 46 years old and found her life to be very difficult to handle, for inside of her was a special passion for females. For as long as she could remember, there was a strong feeling of admiration for females. Women, teenagers, girls of all ages yet her strongest feelings were towards girls between the ages of 3 and 9 years of age. But, of course she could never reveal those feelings. There was a wonderful innocence and beauty that toddlers and preadolescents had. They were small, smooth and very curious. Yet, for some strange reason what really excited her was their bottoms. Precious little orbs of delight. Her only release to these thoughts was a website she found. It contained several stories of females, of all ages, engaged in assundry sexual acts. They were predominantly female to female. Hours would be spent, at home reading these wonderful stories. Marissa sat in her office on the fourth floor. She was the administrator for a graphic design agency. She had worked her way up through the proverbial ranks. She sat, thinking back on her life. The various boyfriends she had, the marriage that failed after 5 years. Her thoughts were interrupted by the intercom. “Ms. Jones” the voice of her secretary said. “Line two for you!” Marissa took the call. It was a potential new client...a start up company calling them selves ‘Cheri’. She listened to the female voice on the other end. The client wished to meet for lunch to discuss a new approach. Marissa had been to thousands of these lunches. She took the information from the voice. The lunch was to be at a place called Florentine’s. A quaint restraunt tucked away in the financial district. Marissa checked her calendar and agreed to the date and time. For the remainder of the day, Marissa focused on her work, dismissing her thoughts. On the scheduled day, she took a taxi downtown. She knew the place pretty well, for she had business lunches there before. Marissa was taken to a table towards the back. Her eyes fell upon the most stunning looking woman, sitting alone. Very thick, blonde hair resembling something Veronica Lake would wear, framed the perfectly detailed face. The woman stood and offered Marissa a hand. “Ms. Jones?” Marissa accepted it, studying the woman’s attire. She wore a dark green, woolen business suit that seemed to make her deep, green eyes piercing. “Yes” Marissa said softly. “And you are?” “I’m Cheri Alexander!” she said smiling and then sitting down. It wasn’t uncommon for the head of a company to attend these lunches, though usually not alone. Marissa began to sit opposite her when Cheri motioned for her to join her in the booth. The waiter eased the table out slightly and Marissa sat down. Ms. Alexander ordered a vodka martini, while Marissa had simply requested mineral water. “That’s nonsense!” Ms Alexander said. “She’ll have a martini as well.” When Marissa tried to object, explaining that she didn’t like to have alcohol during these lunches, Ms. Alexander covered her hand and told her “One won’t hurt!” The waiter hurried away before Marissa could stop him. “So”. Marissa said. “Tell me a little about your company and what types of designs you had in mind.” “I see, straight to it then huh?” Ms. Alexander said smiling. The waiter brought the drinks and set them down, though Marissa didn’t touch hers. She did, however sip at the water while Ms. Alexander took a large portfolio from beside her and set it on the table. On its cover were the words “Mon Petite.” Marissa lifted the cover and before her was a photo of a girl that was possibly 5 or 6 years old dressed in a parochial school type uniform. It was your typical blue plaid skirt with a white blouse. On the girl’s feet were shiny, black shoes and white knee high stockings. Marissa’s eyes drifted from the top of the stockings to the hem of the skirt. In her mind, Marissa thought how lovely and smooth the girl’s legs looked. On the next page was a photo of the same girl in the same uniform, only now she was turned slightly away from the camera. Her little foot was up on a small stool and she appeared to be tying her shoe. This angle allowed Marissa to see just a hint of the girl’s soft looking thighs. The tiny, roundness of the girl’s bottom bent the strips of the plaid skirt slightly as she leaned over. “This is Tandra!” Ms. Alexander said. “Lovely, isn’t she?” Marissa nodded in agreement. On the next page was a photo of a girl about 8 years old. She had very thick, brown hair and blue eyes. She was posed on a bed and was wearing a pink “teddy” outfit. Her little face was supported by her hands as she smiled to the camera. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and Marissa’s eyes were instantly drawn to her backside. “This one is Alexis.” Ms. Alexander said quietly. Without looking at any more, Marissa closed the portfolio. She turned and faced Ms. Alexander and said “So you design clothing for girls!” As Ms. Alexander put the portfolio aside, she turned and looked at Marissa. “Not JUST ordinary clothing, dear!” Marissa began to speak, “Ms. Alexander.” she said, but Ms. Alexander interrupted...”Please call me ‘Cheri’, hon!” “Very well then,” Marissa said. “Cheri, we have several clients of this nature already and honestly, they really don’t do very well.” Marissa felt Cheri’s eyes as they seemed to gaze though her. “I’m certain that you DO have clients like this, dear.” Cheri said. “But,” she continued. “What set’s us apart isn’t the outfits, or even the girls themselves, but rather the fabric of the clothing they are wearing.” Marissa didn’t recall anything special about the fabric from the photos she saw as Cheri continued speaking. “Have you ever been to Thailand, Marissa?” she asked. Marissa told her “no” and listened more to Cheri. “It’s a fantastic place, you really should go sometime.” While Cheri spoke she took out a swatch of blue fabric, folded neatly. “I was there searching for different fabrics, when I happened down an alley on the edge of Bangkok.” Marissa sipped again at her water while she listened. “There was a very old woman sitting at a small shop, almost unseen!” Cheri said. “I looked through her samples and, at first, didn’t really find anything special, though all were very fine quality.” Marissa felt Cheri place the swatch on her hand. “Then...” she continued. “The woman showed me this cloth.” Instantly Marissa’s hand felt quiet warm and began to tingle as the fabric was somehow electrically charged. “Kiss me Marissa!” Cheri murmured. Being unable to help herself, Marissa touched her lips to Cheri’s. Cheri took the swatch away as she broke the kiss. “What the HELL just happened?” Marissa said in shock. At first she thought Cheri had put something in her water, but couldn’t see how that was possible. Cheri looked at Marissa and said, “Nice. Wasn’t it?” Marissa now picked up her martini and took a big sip. She was no stranger to kissing another woman but this was somehow different. The fact that she could not resist Cheri’s instruction to kiss filled her with fear and surprise. Cheri told Marissa that the cloth came from a very secluded part of Thailand. That how once a person comes in contact with it, they instantly become filled with desire and want and will automatically obey ANY instruction given to the wearer. That even if the fabric is removed the person will comply for hours afterwards depending on the length of time it was worn. The sound of Cheri’s voice brought Marissa back to the moment. “I’m doing another photo shoot tomorrow, Marissa.” She said quietly. “Perhaps you would like to ‘sit in’?” Marissa’s hand still felt warm as she touched the spot where the swatch was. “Yes!” she found herself saying. “I would like that very much!” “Great!” Cheri said. “I’ll send a car for you! Say around 7:00am?” Marissa nodded and said that would be fine. The waiter came to take their lunch order and Cheri told him they would not be eating today. She gave Marissa a slip with an address on it and got up, taking the check for the drinks. “I’ll get THIS!” she told Marissa. As she slipped out from the booth, she smiled at Marissa and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Oh and...” she continued. “Wear something comfortable, will you? It might be a long day!” With that, Cheri winked and walked out of the restraunt. For the remainder of the day and into the evening, Marissa could barely focus on work. End of part one |