Chapter 4
FOUR
Sophie
I stay on my knees trying to collect my thoughts of what just happened.
Did I just dream up that whole scene? Because surely things like that don’t happen in reality?
I look down at my nakedness and taste the tanginess of myself on my tongue and conclude, Nope, that definitely happened in real life.
I met Mack. Well, I half met Mack, I still don’t know who he is or what he really looks like to potentially recognise him.
I slowly stand, just as I do my inbox pings with a new email notification.
I instantly sit on the chair and click on my inbox to see a new email from Mack with the email title: Viewing software. It’s safe.
I open the email and can see there is a link.
I click on it, no longer worrying about any virus and follow the instructions to download the ‘MaskedMack’ software, trusting from my short meeting with the mysterious Mack that he is safe.
I am an idiot, I do know it. That is what I’ll tell my manager Sandy, should I bring down the entire Playmate portal with this software download.
I am ready to play this game that he wants us to play because why not?
What else have I really got going on right now?
Nothing, which is exactly why I can’t say no.
I stand and pull on my robe instead of getting redressed and pick up and fold my clothes thinking about Mack and the way he grunted as I licked up my own pleasure.
I liked the sound that came from his throat when he watched me.
I liked every word that came from his lips actually.
Who are you Mack? Why can’t you do this in person?
I make myself a coffee and sit on my sofa, my head feels fuzzy and my body thrums with the newness of whatever is going on between us.
I run over every detail of that video call we shared together and replay the experience over and over, every movement, every instruction, every time he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth subconsciously.
I didn’t have too many plans for the afternoon but I now have built up energy I don’t know what to do with.
I decide to use my building’s gym. I get changed and open my door to find a single red rose laying on my doorstep.
No note. I smile, picking it up to smell its sweet aroma, bringing it inside to put it in a glass of water.
Mack is closer than I think. I don’t know whether I should be pleased or unnerved that he knows where I live.
Why does he know so much about me but won’t let me know anything about him?
The next day, I wake after strange dreams of masked men and thoughts of Mack.
He’s the first thing I think of as I remember my instructions.
I diligently open my laptop, open the downloaded MaskedMack software and wonder what might happen.
The screen is dark but mine has a green light on in the corner next to my initials SS which is not my real initials, but maybe Sexy Sophie I giggle to myself.
I sit at my desk, waiting excitedly, I’m looking forward to seeing him again.
I’ve done nothing but think of Mack and yesterday’s interaction even in my sleep.
Mack’s initials (MM) light up in green and the screen becomes alive with his presence.
His room is still dark, Mack is still wearing his masquerade mask, this time he has a baggy sleeveless top on that shows his arm muscles well and track pants.
He almost takes my breath away as he sits oozing confidence and dominance.
A slow and easy smile spreads across his face as he sees me, with my ruffled morning hair and rumpled satin nightdress.
“Good morning,” he drawls, the gravelleness of this morning voice making the hairs on my neck stand up on end.
Then his eyebrows frown downwards. “Sophie, I’d like you to be in the position I left you in yesterday, every time I see you online.
I want to see your eyes, your nipples and your open pussy the minute we connect.
Can you do that for me?” I blink for a moment, embarrassed, remembering him asking me to be in this position and I had already got it wrong.
“I’m sorry Master, I will do that in future,” I say as I lift my nightdress over my head.
I stand, pushing my chair backwards and lower my panties down my body til they drop to the floor, reaching for the screen to lower as I do too, so I am on camera again and looking back into the greenish-amber eyes of Mack.
He smiles warmly at me for doing as he wishes.
I feel his approval course through me; I like the way it settles between my legs.
His hand raises and I get the feeling he wanted to caress my face but he lowers it back down onto his lap as if remembering where he is.
“How did you sleep?” he asks me.
“Not too bad,” I reply, leaving out the dreams of masked men.
“Are you looking forward to your job today?” he asks.
“I am, are you?” I ask.
“So much,” he replies.
I cannot wait to meet him, to smell and to touch him.
To meet him in person, face to face. I know it’s only been a few days but he’s suddenly consumed my mind and my every waking minute.
Which I know is extreme and dangerous, letting this stranger in so easily.
But is he a stranger? I must know him, surely I know him. I hope….
“I want to see you when you get back home, can you do that for me?” he asks, which is strange considering I am about to spend three hours with him this afternoon, after my Cafe Marion shift.
“Yes,” I say, wanting to spend as much time with him as I can. Surely after today’s job I will learn who he is exactly and he won’t need to wear his mask.
“Ok then, enjoy yourself. I know I will.” And with that, he disconnects leaving me naked, horny and needing a release. But I don’t touch myself, I want to save that orgasm to share with Mack. It won’t be long now.
Mack
No morning has ever been sweeter than waking up and speaking to Sophie.
My beautiful, messy-haired, fresh-faced Sophie who didn’t stress out about being perfect because she’s comfortable being in her own skin.
I could tell she was in too much of a rush to see me to worry about anything like that and her keenness to please, when she realised she had forgotten how to greet me, got me hard instantly.
Today she is going to learn there is more to my plan—our game—than she initially thought.
I hope it goes my way. I know it will add more questions than answers, but if she can hang on and roll with the situation, she’ll know everything soon enough.
I look at my watch, I need to get moving, I have a client at 9am. For the first time in a while, I’m happy to go to work because I know she’ll be waiting for me tonight. My Sophie.
Member 669
Today is the day Sophie finds out the first stage of Mack’s fucked-up plan.
I am going to be so ready to see her beautiful face this evening.
If only she knew. I would tell her, but then I would miss out on her, having her to myself.
Like it or not, I have to go along with Mack’s plan because it’s going to feed directly into my own.
I need Sophie to enjoy her day and keep coming back for more.
Because she’s going to get a whole lot more than she bargained for.
Sophie
Seven hours later, I’ve taken Snowy for an early walk, been to my ‘normal work’ in the Cafe at the Clarendon until 1pm, had lunch then showered and changed, ready for my driver.
I’ve gone through the motions of a standard day in the life of me, but every passing second my mind always wanders in Mack’s direction.
I wish I had more to go on than his name.
I would search him up online and find out everything there was to know about him, if only I knew his real name.
Which I am guessing is the exact reason he doesn’t want me knowing it.
Surely I’ll find out more today though. At the very least, I’ll learn about him from his home and see his face.
Maybe he’ll talk to me, unlike most clients, thanks to the Clarendon privacy policy.
I run a brush through my hair one final time.
I check the nude lipstick I am wearing hasn’t rubbed onto my teeth and then leave my apartment, taking the lift down to the ground floor and see my driver, Zee, sitting in the blacked out BMW, waiting for me.
Never has Zee ever been late or made me wait for him. Reliable as ever.
“Hi Zee,” I chirp as I climb into the back of his car.
“Hi yourself,” replies Zee familiarly. “Someone is in a good mood today?”
“You could say that,” I reply, thinking about the reason I am in this good mood.
I dutifully put my eye-mask on, as practiced too many times to count by now.
All playmates are masked so that they don’t know where they are taken by their drivers.
Every step of the way the goal is to protect the identities of our clients—the members of The Clarendon Golf Club.
All members and staff use an alias, so I don’t know any of their real names.
Usually clients don’t ask questions and we never discuss personal information unless the clients willingly divulge details which is rare.
Most clients likely have other partners who may or may not know about our service or even about their partner’s kinks.
We offer a judgement-free service to satisfy their kinks with no strings attached.
I don’t know where I am going, but I do know my job starts at 3pm and Zee is collecting me at 2:40pm, so whoever Mack is, he’s not far from me.