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It was 5:30 a.m., and as usual, Thompson was at work. It was not that he was a workaholic. Nor was he trying to impress anyone. He was, after all, the firm's senior partner. He wasn't even trying to set an example for the young associates; they were all hard workers (those who were not were swiftly shown the door). Thompson was at work because he loved his job. He wasn't missing out on family time; his wife and children were still asleep. Because he'd arrived so early, he'd be able to leave before 5 p.m.
A knock on the door intruded. Damn. He hated being interrupted. His firm maintained a night shift of secretarial staff, and there was no reason for any of these to be interrupting him.
"Come in."
The door opened, and in stepped a young blond woman, all curves and softness. Except for her eyes, which were blue, hard and demanding. These she fixed on Thompson.
The lawyer jumped from his chair, and knelt before the woman.
"I am honoured with your presence, Hetaera Superior."
Calista, the superior of the Aphrodite's Cyprus temple, was a shockingly beautiful and utterly terrifying creature. Thompson had many memories of his two weeks' servitude at her temple in Cyprus. To Thompson, Calista was a being hardly less imposing that the Goddess herself. A lesson (indeed, really the only lesson that mattered) he'd learned quickly under Calista's tutelage was the importance of showing complete respect to one's betters (usually expressed through acts of grovelling self-abasement which would have been unspeakably humiliating in other circumstances, but in the temple felt appropriate and entirely natural) along with instant obedience to all commands.
"Come with me."
With these words Calista turned and walked out of his office; there was no need to look back to see if she were being obeyed. Thompson rose and rushed out after her, forgetting his wallet and keys, leaving his office door open. As Calista strode through the office's front doors towards the bank of elevators, it occurred to Thompson that he should lock his firm's main door. But that would involving running back to his office for his keys. A 'ding' indicated an elevator had already arrived. He would have to leave his office unlocked, for the alternative (fetching his keys and making Calista wait thirty seconds) was an option that did not even occur to him. He followed the woman onto the elevator, taking care that his eyes did not linger on her shapely figure, nor take in the way her blue suit set off her long, wavy yellow hair. A few inches taller than Calista, Thompson kept his head bowed and his gaze downwards while in the elevator.
Reaching the main floor, Calista stepped out of the elevator and headed out onto the street, walking so briskly that Thompson had work a bit to keep up. As he walked, thoughts rushed through Thompson's mind: his first meeting with Aphrodite (which he'd barely survived), his transportation to Cyprus, his transformation into a woman by means of the Chamber of Tiresius, his return to Toronto. And then the yearning. The never-ending desire to be in the presence of the goddess once more, to see her, to hear her voice. But he had experienced this privilege only very rarely, and not for several years. He had the pleasure of seeing Geeta on occasion, and while this was no substitute (she not even being a temple hetaera), it was nice to talk with someone who shared his knowledge of the Goddess. In the basement of his home locked in a safe was a small statue of the Goddess, given to him by Aphrodite herself, and to this Thompson prayed daily, and more than once a day when the longing for her became too hard to bear.
But the yearning, for the moment at least, was over. Calista! A temple superior, who answered directly to the Goddess herself! Thompson had practically exploded with joy when the woman stepped into his office. He followed her silently as she boarded one of the ferries that passed back and forth between city and the Toronto Islands. Thompson found it odd that the ferry service was running so early in the morning. In a quarter of an hour the ferry docked, and Calista stepped onto the dock, Thompson in tow.
She turned, and looked towards the city. To the left the sun was now close to the horizon, large and red at the day's end. The tall spire of the CN Tower glowed, and the Skydome too blushed a soft rose, its soft reflection decorating the lake's surface.
"I can see why the Goddess likes Toronto," mused Calista. She gazed at the skyline, and then turned to Thompson.
"I suppose you are curious as to why I brought you here."
"Yes, Hetaera Superior."
"The Goddess has caused a temple to be constructed here, on the Toronto Islands, a fact which I am sure pleases you. But perhaps you were already aware of this?"
"No, Goddess, I've heard nothing of any construction on the Islands. Nothing has been built here for many, many years. It would take an act of the legislature to get something constructed here. That is, unless the Goddess willed it be done. I take it that the Goddess also caused the construction to be discreet."
"Yes. The City's council decided to donate land to a charitable cause, and a new temple is the result."
Calista set off down the Avenue of the Islands, passing through the gardens and then turning at Lakeshore Avenue. This they followed until it branched off to the left, and soon they were at Snake Island, a place that Thompson had never visited before. The island was shaped like a baseball field, two sides joined at a ninety degree angle, the ends of those two side joined by a long, sweeping irregular curve. Calisata and Thompson stood just off of Cibola Avenue, looking north towards the island, the City of Toronto looming in the background.
"Temple construction started with a bit of landscaping," began Calista. "More trees, and taller ones, on the south, west and east sides; the north was left alone to keep an unobstructed view of the city. Great privacy that way."
Calista led Thompson through a short path in the woods, and then they were at the temple's main entrance. A very young Hetaera was standing guard, and bowed to Calista as she opened the door. The young woman did not hold the door open for Thompson, nor did he expect her to. On Bay Street, Canada's financial and legal centre, Thompson was an important man. In a temple to the goddess, Thompson was of no consequence.
"Secure the door behind you," said the young hetaera as she stepped through.
"Yes, Miss," said Thompson. Although it had been a long time since he had last been in a temple, he remembered perfectly well the etiquette, and the consequences of failing to follow it.
"Penelope, take Thompson to a guest room quickly before too many of the hetaera see him, and get him out of the clothes he is wearing, and into a simple robe."
"Yes, Hetaera Superior. And once he is changed, what are your instructions?"
"In fifteen minutes bring him to the rooms of this temple's Superior."
"Yes, Hetaera Superior."
Calista strode away. Penelope turned in another direction, bading Thompson to follow her.
The temple was, if anything, even larger than the one at Cyprus, thought Thompson as he glanced around him during the brisk walk down a broad corridor. On his right at intervals were doors, most of which were closed, behind which were probably bedrooms. One room had no door, and Thompson got a brief glimpse of what appeared to be a game room. Another open door led to the eating area. To Thompson's left was no wall at all, the hallway instead opening out into the interior quadrangle. Such a design worked well in a Mediterranean climate, thought Thompson, but it would make moving through the hallways very uncomfortable once summer ended.
He was to be taken to "this temple's Superior," Calista had said. So Calista was not the Superior in Toronto. Yet she was striding freely through the temple's halls, and giving orders. Thompson wondered what this meant, but he had too little experience with temple life to speculate in a useful way. He stopped just in time to avoid bumping into Penelope, who had come to a halt before a door.
"In here, Thompson." He stepped forward and opened the door for Penelope, and then followed her into a guest room, one of the rooms used by the hetaera to entertain the men privileged enough to be allowed to visit the temple. The room would do honour to any five-star hotel, containing a queen-sized bed, a comfortable seating area, a large T.V., a stereo system, a fridge and a bar. It also contained a man, and a gorgeous teenaged hetaera for whom it was an act of worship to sleep with male guests. But the hetaera had not been instructed to sleep with Thompson. Instead, she had been put in charge of him.
"Undress, and put on this robe," said Penelope, tossing a white robe that she took from inside the bathroom. Thompson immediately began to undress. Once he was down to his underwear Thompson reached for the robe.
"I said undress. I did not say partially undress."
"I beg pardon, Miss Penelope," said Thompson, stepping out of his underwear and now standing naked.
"No offence taken," said Penelope. Thompson saw a hint of a playful smile dance across her face he donned the robe. "Would it be out of place for me to ask a question or two?" he asked.
"Not at all. But be quick; we don't have too much time."
"My suit seemed to irritate the Hetaera Superior. Do you know why?"
"Your two-thousand dollar suit? A power suit that you wear to the office to show that you're the man, the boss, the big cheese, the giver of orders? You wonder why such a suit would give offence here? For you to strut through our halls like that would be as ridiculous as a slave wearing a crown. When you are leaving, I think you'll be made to change outside the temple doors, so that no one will see you."
"Thank you, Miss Penelope. On another note, I inferred from what the Hetaera Superior Calista said that she is not the superior of this temple. Am I right?"
"You inferred correctly."
"Do you have any idea why I was brought here?"
"For chastisement."
There was a long pause while Thompson gathered himself, and then he said, "II'm sorry to hear it. Very sorry. What offence have I given?"
"None at all. But of this I will tell you no more; I think that Calista would prefer that you learn the rest from her. It's time to go. Let me make you presentable."
Penelope stepped forward, adjusted the robe, and tightened the belt.
"That's better," she said, standing immediately in front of Thompson. He could feel the heat from her body, and against his will, his maleness began to respond.
"That's a bit presumptuous," whispered Penelope, stroking a small, soft hand over Thompson's pulsating organ. "Impertinent, even. Do you want me to make your erection go away?"
"I would say 'yes, ' but I'm afraid of exactly how you would make it go away," said Thompson. After he first met Aphrodite, he'd been careful to read up on ancient mythology, and had learned that one had to be very cautious in accepting an offer from or expressing a wish to the goddess or any of her minions. The interpretation the Goddess might have of one's wish could differ radically from one's own.
"Very wise," said Penelope, her grip suddenly hardening on his cock, the pressure increasing and peaking only just short of the point that would cause real pain. Thompson's lust and erection both withered under the hint of angry violence from the young woman, and he was diminished and flaccid as he followed her out of the guest room. The guest room was near a corner where two sides of the quadrangle joined, and Penelope stepped out into the wooded quadrangle.
"The Superior's quarters are at the opposite corner; we can save a bit of time with a shortcut," said Penelope. Thompson followed her through a path in the woods, a straight line that ran in a diagonal, dividing the quadrangle in two. Here and there the path branched off into narrower passages that curved into the woods. The time it took to cross the quadrangle made Thompson realize just how large the temple was, built on an impressive scale. He and Penelope exited the pathway, and stood outside a large, double door, guarded by absurdly beautiful twin hetaera.
"You are to meet the temple's superior. Is it necessary for me to instruct you on how to conduct yourself?" asked Penelope.
"Not at all," said Thompson, "believe me, I want to live."
"Good." Penelope asked for and was granted admittance, the twins each opening a door. Penelope stepped through, Thompson in tow, and were led by another hetaera into the receiving area of the Superior's suite. There Thompson saw saw three women seated: Calista, an Indian woman he'd never seen before, and - Alice! Thompson governed himself so as not to show surprise, so that he could greet the woman properly. Penelope gave a deep curtsy; Thompson prostrated himself, his arms outstretched and his head face down on the floor.
"You may go, Penelope," said Alice. The young girl raised herself, and retreated backwards out of the room, not turning around until she had passed through the door. The guards went with her, leaving Thompson alone with Alice, Calista and the Indian beauty.
"Welcome to my temple," said Alice, who then invited Thompson to stand.
"I always knew you were my superior," said Thompson, "and I'm glad that now it's official." Alice laughed with delight at the compliment.
"I have missed you," she said. "It's been so busy getting this temple built and staffed. We're just about ready to open. Calista of course you know. I will introduce you now to Durga, the Superior of the Goddess's temple at Puna."
"Honoured," said Thompson bowing deeply.
"Well trained indeed, Calista," said Durga, "how long was he under your tutelage?" Thompson felt a thrill run through him at the woman's voice, beautifully ornamented as it was by a Bombay accent.
"Only two weeks. But he has spent an unusual amount of time with the Goddess herself, with salutary effect, of course."
"Really?" Durga looked at again at Thompson, and appraised him more closely. "Tell me, Thompson, what did you do to gain the favour of the Goddess?"
"After been taken by the Goddess and almost executed by her, She spared me. Thereafter she granted me a gift which, with the blessing, will keep me out of trouble." At Durga's bidding, Thompson went on to explain that very early on the Goddess had given him the power to determine in advance whether an act he was contemplating would or would not be pleasing to the Goddess. "That makes it very easy," he continued. "I just ask myself whether if I did this or that, would Aphrodite be pleased. And I know the answer with total certainty. Then it's easy."
"Yes, so long as you've got your priorities straight," said Alice. "But you may be the only person on earth for whom ignorance of the Goddess's will can never be an excuse."
"I respectfully agree," said Thompson, "and it is for that reason that I was very concerned to hear from Penelope that I am brought here for chastisement. I beg to be told what it is that I did that gave offence, that I may make amends."
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