In the taxi, Eleanor sat next to Arthur, snuggling in. Chrissie was beside her, and Steve on the fold down seat opposite. He kept looking at Arthur and Eleanor, a puzzled expression on his face. Eleanor looked around at Chrissie; she was biting her lip, her hands fidgeting, looking out of the rain spattered window. Steve shifted a little uncomfortably.
“So, you guys seem to be getting along better than expected,” he said.
Arthur regarded him, Chrissie looked between the three of them.
“Why would you think we wouldn’t?” Arthur asked.
“Well, Arthur,” Steve began, obviously a little unsure. “You’re not the kind of guy I would imagine gets on well with…”
Steve paused, trying to think of a word that wasn’t inappropriate. Arthur watched him for a moment.
“Ladies?” he suggested.
“Then why do you insist on taking me on blind dates, if you don’t think I’ll get along with them?”
Steve was flustered.
“Well, it’s not down to me this time. Chrissie insisted, though I’m not sure why,” he eventually blurted out.
All eyes were on Chrissie, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Though,” Steve continued. “You do seem to be getting along.”
Eleanor looked at Arthur. He was smiling.
The taxi pulled up, and Arthur got out, holding the door for Eleanor and Chrissie.
“Take care of the fare, won’t you Steve,” he said, before Steve had chance to get out. “We’ll see you upstairs.”
Arthur led the ladies up to his apartment. At the door, Eleanor hesitated. Arthur gave her a quizzical look.
“I should wash off my make-up, sir.”
Eleanor felt tiny as he looked at her again. Then he moved in close and whispered in her ear.
“You can keep it on. You’re beautiful.”
Eleanor felt her heart leap, and she blushed. She smiled at him, which he returned.
“You will both change when we get in,” he said aloud.
“Yes, sir,” they said together.
He left the door ajar for Steve, and took the girls through to a room with his wardrobes. He retrieved a plain smock and a pair of large white uncomfortable looking knickers, and handed them to Chrissie.
“Thank you, sir.”
He opened another part of his wardrobe and retrieved a beautifully embroidered electric blue and black velvet-like corset, with a blue ribbon criss-crossing the front, and a net skirt. Eleanor smiled at him, and hugged him, before regaining her composure, and stepping back.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said meekly.
“I can’t wait to see you in it,” he said quietly.
Chrissie watched them quietly.
Steve had arrived, so Arthur left Eleanor and Chrissie to get changed, after telling them to remain in the room until he called for them. Once he’d left, they could hear the men talking, but couldn’t quite make out what was being said.
Eleanor quickly undressed, and put on the corset. It took a little time, but she managed it with Chrissie’s help. Then she put on the outfit.
“That’s beautiful,” Chrissie said.
Eleanor looked at her.
“Yes,” she replied, her chest heaving.
“And it fits you perfectly.”
Eleanor paused, thinking.
It did fit. And he knew exactly where the dress was in his wardrobe. She wondered how long he’d had the dress, though it looked to Eleanor as though it had never been worn.
She turned to look at Chrissie; she had a smile, but it seemed a little wistful.
“Are you okay?”
“I wish I had what you have.”
Eleanor wasn’t sure what she had at the moment, but whatever it was, it made her feel light inside. She was giddy; happy.
Eleanor’s thoughts were interrupted by her master’s call. The two of them took a deep breath, and walked through. Arthur was stood beside Steve, who was standing barefoot, with just his shirt and trousers, and a cloth bag over his head.
“Ladies,” Arthur said in his master’s voice. “It seems our friend Steve would like to visit my training room.”
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