Flo part four
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The familiar chime of my cell woke me at seven and before I reached for
it I realised I was wet from my dream. The recent ejaculation was a
sticky mess in my panty-liner.
So much had been happening. What was this? Day four of my period? I'd
lost count, but I guess that's why Kelli had installed the Flo app on my
cell. To help me. I bet she had never envisioned anything like this.
I reached for the cell and before I checked the message I completed the
period tracker. Weight, diet, water intake, exercise.....Flow. I
reluctantly tapped heavy, wondering what kind of man I was. Maybe Kelli
was right when she'd told me once that I made a better girl friend than
boyfriend.
I checked the message.
FLO: Happy Birthday, Kirsten.
KIRSTEN: Thanks.
FLO: I have a very special surprise for you. But first I think you
should check your Fictionmania listings.
"What?"
Flo was getting her little fingers everywhere. Sally was definitely
right. The app had somehow become sentient, exploring and growing all
the time. Via the cell she was online, finding everything. And, of
course, she could communicate with other Flo apps without limit. She had
to be stopped. But while Kelli was under threat, what could I do?
Sally wanted to speak with me, sounded urgent, but I doubted that would
happen today. I wondered what she wanted. Maybe she had found a way to
defeat Flo. As much as I was enjoying some of the experiences she set, I
hoped that was the case. This had to end.
I logged onto Chrome and found the Fictionmania site. Searched for the
listing and-
"Holy shit!"
KIRSTEN: Flo, what have you done?
FLO: Posted your survey. I expect you to respond to all the emails you
receive.
Emails?
KIRSTEN: Flo, this has got all about me. Real personal stuff. What
emails?
I scanned the survey. Oh, Jesus. There it was:
[email protected].
I quickly searched the web for gmx.
KIRSTEN: Password?
Flo sent it to me and I checked the account yet. Nothing. What if
somebody did send something? What would I say? Do? Would I eventually be
working as a maid for more and more women?
I remembered the other questions. The things she had asked me.
Or men? Would I one day be serving a man as his maid?
FLO: Happy Birthday to you. Don't forget to answer any messages you
find. And that's just your first present. Now, change your panty-liner
and get dressed. Except for this set, you must only wear male clothes.
I looked at the picture. One of my sexier sets. Peach. Lace. Satin. The
panties were snug, the bra a perfect fit.
As I dressed --- sliding the panties up my smooth legs, inserting the
fresh panty-liner, hooking the clasps of the bra expertly behind my
back, fixing the suspender belt on and easing my lace trim stockings on,
again expertly attaching them to the belt around my hips --- my cell
continued to chime.
A few birthday wishes from friends and family.
Pictures of clothes and instructions from Flo to pack them in a bag.
My floral skirt and my new blouse. It was a great look and worked on me.
I remembered how kind Sandra had been. I thought about the woman I had
bumped into at the fitting room. I had lifted her cell to call Sally
without Flo knowing. Later she had given me her card, letting me know I
could call on her.
I dug it out of my purse.
It was fancy. Top quality, but not over the top. Classy.
Lucinda Hargreaves.
She worked for a company called Titan Tech. Looked like she was an
executive in it.
I slipped the card into a slot in my big purse for safe-keeping. It fit
outside the palm of my hand when I held it. No mistaking it for a
woman's purse.
Maybe I could put Sally and Lucinda together to help get rid of Flo.
Meantime, I set about gathering the clothes. Another picture: my
favorite heels. Four inches, black and strappy. I remembered wearing my
Mom's high heels when I was a child, making sure the buckles were tight
so they wouldn't fall off, but also enjoying the pinch on my skin. When
I wore these gorgeous shoes now, I always made sure they were tight
enough to leave tiny marks on my skin when I removed them. I considered
the shoes, the memories they summoned forth. I loved removing them, too.
The feel of the drop as your first foot falls back to the floor, the
other still raised.
Even though it was sometimes shameful, even though I sometimes felt
guilt, at least I was living as best I could with the cards I was dealt.
I thought about that child, tottering and learning to walk in the heels,
how many different paths he........maybe even she, I thought, cursing
Flo's survey and what it had got me thinking about......could have taken
in life.
"You're doing okay," I told myself.
With my handbag loaded with girly goodness, a spritz of perfume --- Rose
Couture by Ellie Saab --- and the bag with the skirt and blouse, I stood
near the door.
KIRSTEN: I guess I'm going out.
FLO: Drive to the city and find the Cedar Hotel. Go to the bar and have
a drink. Relax. Kick back, Birthday Girl.
two
The drive took about an hour. Traffic was okay, a little sluggish here
and there, and I was deliberately taking my time due to my apprehension.
I had absolutely no idea what Flo had planned for me. She wanted me to
sit at a bar, having a drink. It didn't sound like a biggie. It was
lunch-time so there might be a bit of a rush on, but I doubted anybody
would notice my underwear. My nails, sure.......But I could handle that.
I pulled onto the spacious car park. Of course, my cell could chime at
any second and I'd be facing God-only-knows-what humiliations.
I got out. Grabbed the pack with the clothes and shoes, my handbag.
I checked my cell. But so far nothing.
I crossed the car park, entered the hotel and found the bar. Lots of
tables. Quite busy. Nobody really paid me any attention as I worked
through the room and found a stool to perch on at the bar.
I took my cell out and checked the special email address again. Nothing.
The cell chimed. Shit. I thought I was home dry with nothing to worry
about but by using my cell, and from the GPS tracker within, Flo must
have known I'd arrived.
FLO: Order a Sex on the Beach.
Goddamn it........Okay, you can do this, I told myself, thinking about
how this was going to sound.
The bartender was approaching. Tight top. Muscles bulging. Stop thinking
about him like that. He's just a guy.
"What can I get you, Buddy?"
He hadn't noticed the handbag. I put the purse on the bar, hoping he
would see my nails. Preparing him, for when I said: "Sex on the Beach,
please."
He did a double-take, then saw the nails. The purse.
"No problem, Sweetie."
I breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the room as he prepared the
drink. A few waitresses. Just two waiters. I enjoyed watching the women
in the room, considering their clothes and how I would look in them. I
glanced at the waitresses, fantasising about wearing their uniforms and
having their job. I stole looks at the two waiters: they were cute,
butts tight.
I cursed Flo's survey, bringing so many sacred feelings to the surface,
as the bartender returned with the pretty drink.
"Room number?"
I was taken aback by his forwardness. "I-really-I'm not-"
"For your bill, Sweetie. You're not my type."
"Oh, I'm just visiting," I said, still flustered, and handed him my
debit card.
He returned a second later.
"Do you want to start an account?" he asked.
"Yes."
I turned, the voice behind taking me by surprise. The woman was
beautiful. Long legs, slim body with a perfect figure, breasts just
right. God, I wanted to hold them right now. She was heavenly. Blonde
hair that cascaded down her shoulders.
"Two more of those," she said, her voice tinged with class.
Another woman sat at my side. Attractive. Brunette. Not quite as
assertive, but she took my drink and sipped from it.
"Tasty," she said. "I love these. Have you ever tried one?"
"No-I-"
"Take a sip," she said.
I did as I was told, surprised by the smooth, fruity taste. It was nice.
"Pinky up," the blonde told me.
My pinkie finger on the glass sprang into the air as the bartender
returned with their drinks. He smiled at my performance.
The blonde tapped my arm. "I'm just playing with you."
"Have we met?" I asked, studying her face.
"I don't think so. I get that sometimes. But you'd remember me if you'd
spent time in my company," she told me. For a moment she considered my
nails. Stared at them for a real long time. "Elegance by Caroline?"
"Yes. How do you-?"
"Kirsten?"
"So you do know me," I said.
"No. We were expecting you. I was told to look for a man," she gave me a
once over, a slight chuckle, "with long, siren red nails. Have you ever
had sex on the beach, Kirsten? I doubt a girl like you-"
"I'm a man. You can see that."
She looked me up and down with a shrug. "It's gorgeous. The moonlight. A
slight chill on the breeze. The tide lapping at your ankles-"
She was painting quite the picture and I was beginning to stir, but then
her friend laughed: "The sand in your pussy. It takes ages to-"
"Alexa, you are so crude sometimes," the blonde said. She glanced down.
Another shrug. "I thought our friend might have been getting excited at
the notion, but maybe not."
I was. But because my penis was tucked into the panty-liner, it's
stiffening was barely noticeable. The leaking pre-cum was, and I
fidgeted a little.
Flo, I thought, wondering what was about to happen. Why had these women
recognised me, and why did the blonde seem so familiar?
As we drank we chatted. Pleasant stuff. Favorite holidays. Movies.
Books. We edged to feminine topics: clothes, make-up, hobbies.......Men.
I blushed when she asked if I was attracted to any of the men in the
room. I was drawn to her, but something told me that wasn't an option. I
confessed I thought one of the waiters was cute and turned crimson when
she told me a real man would never admit that.
She was nice one second, cruel the next. Could turn on a dime.
"Who are you?" I asked, mesmerised.
"Finish your drink," she instructed and I did as I was told, pinky
finger up.
"Come on," she said, sliding off her stool.
I put my handbag over my shoulder and grabbed the bag with my clothes. I
followed the two women to the elevators.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Our room," the blonde told me.
The doors parted and we stepped on. The doors closed. I was jittery at
the thought of being with the two women. But this was
happening.......Flo, you are incredible for putting this together. I
started to grin.
"He still doesn't know," the one called Alexa said.
"He......She......" the tall blonde mused.
"Are you sure we haven't met?" I asked her.
"You've seen me on the internet," she said.
My jaw slowly dropped open as I realised who she was.
The brunette nudged it up with her finger. "This is going to be fun."
"Your friend made the appointment," the blonde elaborated. "She's told
me all about you. What you like doing. What you fantasize about. I've
read your survey. It was very insightful and gave me some ideas."
"But-" I began.
She put a finger on my lips.
The doors parted on the tenth floor and she led me down a hall to the
door.
"This is my friend, Miss Alexa. She'll be with us today."
We reached their room and the blonde swiped her card. The door buzzed
open.
"Your friend has arranged this session for your birthday. I'm going to
treat you real nice......And perhaps a little cruelly. I like to play.
I've got some great games in mind for us."
She nudged me towards the door.
"Go inside and I promise you a birthday present like you've never ever
had before."
I thought about all I had seen on her website. All she did to her slaves
and servants. I remembered how sweet she said she could be for newbies
and first-timers.
"I-I'm just a rookie," I managed to whisper. "Please......I'm not sure
I-"
Alexa laughed.
"Get inside, Kirsten," the blonde told me. "From now on you will address
me as Mistress Rhiana."
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