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PAYMENT DUE (part 2)
By
Victoria_{MJ}
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Kyle shook his head slowly as he looked at the items contained in the
UPS box.
"This has to be some kind of weird joke..." he muttered as he pulled
the items out of the box one by one and examined them. First came the
box of candles; thirteen 6" tall candles that appeared to be a mix of
silver, green, and red. They smelled faintly of sandalwood and mint.
The scented oils were next, three small vials which were labeled
'Rose', 'Peppermint', and 'Jasmine'. Kyle briefly looked at the makeup
kit, setting it aside before picking up the boots.
"Jeezus, these look like something a stripper would wear!" he said as
he looked them over. They were really over the knee boots, and had a
3/4" platform and 6" heels. Patent leather and black as coal, and felt
slightly warm to the touch, they stirred something in Kyle that he
couldn't quite explain. Setting the boots on the chair beside the
table, he reached into the box and pulled the jumble of leather straps
out. The scent of warm leather wafted out and filled his nostrils.
Under the straps was a small envelope embossed with what appeared to be
a pair of vines curls under a single symbol, and sealed with a green
wax stamp.
Picking up the envelope, he broke the seal to see what was inside,
finding a letter written in a steady, flowing script;
"Kyle, I wanted you to know that if you want to talk about anything,
you can give me a call anytime at 555-4127.
I know how overwhelming things can seem, but the changes we need most
often come from the most unexpected places.
- (hopefully more than just) A friend
PS: I think you would look so beautiful with the candle light glowing
against your skin..."
Blinking slowly, Kyle took a moment to reread the note he had found,
wondering who on earth had sent him this strange collection of items..
Peering out the window in the kitchen, he looked into the courtyard of
his apartment complex, unable to shake the feeling that he was being
watched.
"Easy there fella, you're just being paranoid..." he muttered to
himself as he drew the curtains closed and locked the door.
The itching sensation of his skin was starting to play tricks on his
mind, driving him to distraction. Walking to the bathroom, he knew a
shower would help him feel better, the warm water cleansing him from
the stresses of the day. Stripping out of his clothing, he stepped
into the shower, feeling the hot spray against his skin as he squeezed
out a fair amount of the body wash onto the new loofa he had purchased,
barely even detecting the faint scent of lavender as he lathered
himself up.
As the warm water flowed over his body, he could feel himself relaxing
more and more, letting his cares slip away and the tension leave his
muscles. Closing his eyes, he took his time and took mental stock of
what had happened so far in his day. His thoughts continued to drift
back to the note he had read and the suggestions that were contained
within it. Who was this person who had sent him the package? It must
be someone in the local area... the phone number didn't have an area
code with it, so they couldn't be that far away. They knew his name,
so that narrowed things down to the people he regularly interacted
with, unless they had been watching him for some time... Despite the
warmth of the shower, he couldn't help but shiver at that thought.
Exhaustion began to creep into his bones as he realized just how tired
he was. Stepping out of the shower, Kyle toweled off and walked back
to the kitchen, and putting all of the items back into the box and
carrying it into his living room.
Reaching into the desk drawer, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a
lighter that had been there gathering dust for months. Looking at the
cigarettes he shook his head and put them back, still holding the
lighter in his hand. Setting the box of candles on the coffee table,
he pulled out the largest candle in the pack and set it on the center
of the table, lighting it. Staring into the small flame, he slowly
pulled the remaining candles from the pack, setting them one after
another onto the coffee table and lighting them one by one. Stepping
back, he sat heavily on the couch, watching the dancing light from the
numerous candles glowing in the room. His hand settled on his cell
phone, and without stopping to consider what he was doing, he began to
dial a number he had only seen once, and held the phone to his ear to
listen...
"I was beginning to wonder if you would call me Kyle." The voice on
the other end of the line was soft but definitely feminine. "And
before you ask, I'm not trying to upset you or scare you, but now is
not the time for names..."
"I just want you to listen to me for a minute, just to listen to my
voice, to listen to the quiet and the softness of my tone, and to relax
for a moment."
"take a deep breath and feel yourself relax. Feel your pulse slowing as
your breathing takes on a more measured pace, and relax."
"as you read in the letter I gave you, I am a friend, and I mean you no
harm. I will not hurt you, and I only want you to be relaxed with me."
"Now Kyle, I want to ask you a question. Is that alright Kyle?"
Nodding his head for a moment before replying that it was, Kyle
continued to stare at the flickering candles on the table in front of
him.
"Are the candles I gave you grouped by color, size, or both?" Blinking
slowly, he looked at the candles on the coffee table. "Both." He
hadn't noticed or even done it consciously, but all of the candles were
arranged on the table in such a way that the shortest candles were on
the edges of the grouping, with the green candles on the left, the red
on the right, and the silver in the middle. The silver candles were
all the same height, and the red and green ranged from 6" down to
barely more than 1" each.
"Good, that's good Kyle. I want you to look at the silver candles in
the middle. Can you do that for me Kyle?" the voice asked him quietly,
forcing him to listen closely, almost straining to hear.
"Yes. I am looking at the silver candle in the middle of the table."
"Good Kyle. I just want you to relax. Are you relaxed, Kyle?"
"yes, I am"
"Did you enjoy your shower Kyle? I love the scent of lavender, don't
You? The soft scent, the warm water... so relaxing, very soothing.
Isn't it relaxing, Kyle?"
"yes it is"
"Good, I want you to do something for me Kyle. Please stand up and get
the boots I gave you. I want to know if they are the right size."
Kyle rose to his feet and walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the
boots from the chair he had left them on. Carrying them in one hand,
he returned to the living room, and sat back down on the couch, setting
the boots on the floor beside him.
"I cant see a size tag on them, but they look way too small to fit me."
He looked at the boots on the floor and unzipped them completely.
"They're very special boots Kyle, I had them made for you and only you.
Please, tell me if they are the right size? Do they fit? Try them on
Kyle." With only a moment's hesitation, Kyle held up the first boot and
slipped it on his foot, pointing his toes. He felt only a momentary
pressure on his foot before it slid into place, fitting almost as
closely as a sock. Placing his other foot into the right boot, he
again felt only a slight pressure before his foot slid into the foot
bed of the boot.
"They're on..." he murmured into the phone, his eyes drifting back to
the candles on the table.
"Good, see? That was easy, wasn't it? But you haven't zipped them up
yet Kyle. You need to zip them up in order to see if they're the right
size for you, don't you Kyle?"
"Yes, you're right" Kyle zipped up first the left and then the right
boot, straightening his legs in order to do so. He could feel the firm
grip of the leather around his ankles, calves, and lower thigh. For a
moment, they felt almost impossibly tight, but almost immediately, he
became more comfortable. They felt better than any shoe he had ever
worn in his entire life.
"Good, now you need to stand up Kyle, they may be on, but we both know
we cant tell how a show fits until we stand in it." Standing up slowly,
Kyle couldn't help but notice how long, thin, and sexy the boots made
his legs look and feel. Despite the towering heel, they were very
comfortable, and he felt little difficulty in taking a few steps in
them.
"That's good Kyle. I am glad that they fit you so well, and I'm sure
they make your legs look very beautiful. But you must be exhausted,
you should go lay down and get some rest. We can talk more tomorrow.
Goodnight Kyle, sleep now."
*******************
Kyle awoke from his fitful slumber with a start. He'd had strange
dreams again, though he could not vividly remember anything from them
other than a soft female voice murmuring to him. His legs ached and
he felt exhausted, even though his clock showed nearly 11am. As he sat
up, he realized that not only did his legs ache slightly, his whole
body ached. He had not felt like this in ages, since the last time he
had run a half marathon in college. Slowly, he swung his legs over the
edge of the bed and stood up, feeling a shooting pain in his
hamstrings, he rose up on his tiptoes and sat back heavily on the bed
groaning in pain
"Damn! What the hell did I do?" Gingerly he tiptoed his way to the
bathroom, where he sat down again on the toilet to relieve the ache in
his calves and feet. Try as he may, he couldn't stand normally without
feeling as though his calves were going to rip from the strain.
Reaching over, he turned on the bathtub, dialing it up to as warm as he
could stand, and plugging the drain before easing himself down.
Letting the water slowly fill the tub, he leaned back against the cool
tile and focused on his breathing, feeling it slow as he took control
of himself again.
Closing his eyes slowly, Kyle felt as though he were drifting in the
warm water, feeling the tension in his legs slowly begin to fade and
ease. His mind began to wander away with itself...
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