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(MF) *** Chapter 9 Two weeks later, as Eliza was deep in a spreadsheet, a gentle knock sounded on her temporary office door, her normal office having been made off-limits, ostensibly for "renovation" after her meeting with Kit in the bunker. At her assent, her assistant poked her head through the barely open door to announce, "There's a gentleman to see you, Miss Tinker." "Thank you, Ellen; show him in, please," she answered. As she looked up, Kit came through the door. But this was no Kit she had seen before; instead of the jeans and work shirt, this Kit was wearing a Harris tweed jacket with the requisite leather patches on the elbows, and a pair of dark brown khaki trousers and a pair of very expensive- looking loafers. His tie was properly knotted in the Windsor style, and he was carrying an architect's blueprint case under his arm. He was also wearing glasses. "May I help you, sir?" asked Eliza, concealing her amusement and pleasure under a professional face. "Not at all, miss. I am ready to show you the finished work on your 'office'," Kit said with the same professional demeanor. "Well, then, let's take a look, shall we?" answered Eliza, as she rose and went through the door that Kit was holding open for her. She said nothing as Kit led her to her regular office door. He opened it for her, and she led him inside. "Oh, my," she breathed as she saw the new office. Her desk was no longer squarely in the center of the room, but was slightly off to the right. There was a small tablet-like item on the desktop, just to the right of center. "What's that?" she asked. "Allow me to demonstrate," Kit said, as he seated her behind the desk. "Observe," he said as he brought up a menu and selected an icon. Without a sound, the light level in the room began to diminish as the floor to ceiling windows behind her desk began to darken. "Liquid crystal," he said, in answer to her questioning look. "Goes from perfectly transparent to totally opaque in two seconds. Now, here is the best part." He then touched another icon, and a faint click sounded from the closet door, as it popped open just a crack, as another similar click sounded from the office door. "Unbeatable electronic lock, level 7 secure. That's about like the Pentagon portals; the closet won't open until the office door is secure." With that, he led Eliza to the closet door, opened it to expose a very tidy little spiral staircase leading downward, said "After you, Madame," and closed the door behind them. As the door clicked shut, a gentle lighting system illuminated the entire staircase without shining in Eliza's eyes. She could now admire the New Orleans French Quarter- style ironwork of the staircase as she descended to the bottom of the spiral. As she touched the bottom tread, the lights came up in the new room. Eliza gasped as she beheld the wonders before her. In one corner was a fully functional 4-station Nautilus weight machine, along with an elliptical cross- trainer machine. A little further along the wall was a ballet barre, complete with floor-to-ceiling mirror. On the next wall, she saw a half-dozen stationary bikes, complete with video screens. "Those will access TV or Internet as long as you are pedaling with the program," Kit said. "Slack off, and you go dark." Next Eliza saw a full massage table, and next to it, a curious-looking reclining chair. "Vibrating chair," Kit said with a shrug. "For minor aches, or to wait your turn at the massage table." Eliza asked, "What's over there?" pointing to the far corner area that was untouched by the room lighting. She began walking in that direction as she asked. "That," said Kit, "is the reason for this whole dog and pony show." With that, he snapped his fingers and the light came up in the darkened section. Before Eliza's wide eyes, there appeared a room out of a dream...a wet dream, that is. She looked in wonder at apparati she had only heard tell of, never actually seen. There was a St. Andrew's cross, complete with wrist and ankle straps, and a wall rack with assorted crops, cats, and feathers. She looked at Kit, who merely said, "Different strokes," as he nodded toward the rest of the equipment. There was a chair that looked very similar to the one next to the massage table; only on close examination, Eliza could see the leg extensions that could be folded out, complete with stirrups. There was also a curious opening near the center of the seat. At her glance, Kit said, "Here's the control box," handing her a small remote control device. Eliza pressed a green button and a low hum came from the chair as a small dildo-like device extended from the opening. "That's the attachment post for toys," Kit explained, as he indicated a small container of dildos of varying size. "Press the red button," he suggested. Eliza did so, and was rewarded by the sight of the attachment point beginning a slow up-and-down motion. "The slider on the left controls depth of penetration; the one on the right controls speed." He drew her attention further along the wall to a low platform that was covered in what appeared to be a wrestling mat. It was roughly ten feet square, and about three feet high. "Playpen," he answered to the unspoken question, "large enough for lots of friends, totally non-allergenic, easily cleaned, internally warmed." Next to the platform was a towel-warming rack, complete with a variety of fluffy towels and a laundry bin. Last of all, there was a large octagonal spa, complete with headrests and multiple-jet recliner stations. On the wooden deck surrounding the spa were several beach recliners covered in the same material as the 'playpen'. As Eliza looked around, all she could ask was, "Where's the locker room?" "The door next to the staircase," Kit answered. "Ladies' powder room is on the left, men's jakes on the right as you enter. There are enough lockers for about thirty people; that's about the only thing I didn't change. It was in nearly pristine shape when I got it; a little scrub-a-dub-dub was all it took." "All right... who all knows about the 'special equipment'?" Eliza worried. "Only me," answered Kit, "well, me and UPS, that is, and they have delivered boxes of unknown identity for me before. You'd be surprised at the number of 'exercise' rooms I have built before." Eliza thought for a moment, then smiled. "When do we move in?" she asked, with a sunny smile. "The keys are on your desk... you know, the touch pad?" Kit's eyes crinkled as he smiled back. "The emergency exit is over here next to the barre; merely press the end cap of the barre twice, like this," he said as he walked over to the barre and demonstrated. The section of the wall next to the mirror opened slightly. Kit closed it back again, and continued, "Oh, by the way, notice that if you leave the special area, the lights go back off as soon as the last heat trace gets more than four feet away." Sure enough, the play area was once again shrouded in darkness. "You notice that that area is quite a ways from the rest of the gym. If you want to keep the special area private, just place these signs along the blue line on the floor, thread the caution tape between them, and no one will trigger the lights." With that he indicated a set of plastic sawhorses that had the legend, "Caution: Active Construction Area" emblazoned on the sides in large block lettering. "My, you seem to have thought of everything," Eliza said. "Only thing left to wonder is, what are the 'dues' for this establishment? I don't expect you to absorb the operating costs, too!" Kit smiled. "We'll work something out," he said with a lopsided grin. "I'm sure that there will be a need, time to time, for 'technical consultation' or some such thing; not to mention 'training' for the special equipment..." Eliza laughed heartily. "'Technical consultation', indeed, you old goat! You just want another chance at all that young flesh!" "Well, not that I wouldn't enjoy it, but... I really want to screw the boss. D'you think that might happen, hmmm?" "Well, I don't know...I have a really tight... schedule. But I think something can be arranged," she laughed. "Can we go tell the youngsters now?" "Perhaps you should go... I don't want to blow my cover just yet with your assistant," Kit answered. "I'll join you after everyone else is gone from the office. Just don't be surprised if I come in through the emergency exit." Eliza kissed him, then led him back to the staircase. "We'll go back to the office, and I'll bid you goodbye. Please don't be too late! Everyone should be out of the office by 5:15, so if you're here by 6:00, things should be just getting interesting." Kit agreed, and followed her back up the spiral stairs into her office. He shut the door to the 'closet', and touched the icon again. The two clicks signaled the re-locking of the staircase door and the opening of the office door. Eliza led him out, saying "Thank you sir, for a wonderful job. I'll be sure to recommend your firm to all my business associates! Good day!" for the benefit of her assistant, who was trying not to be obvious as she stood by the door. "Show him out, would you, Ellen?" Eliza chuckled as her assistant craned her head to see the office as she led Kit out toward the reception area. "And would you ask Suni, Jackie, Jay, and Stephanie to see me, please?" Eliza shook her head as she imagined the reaction the youngsters would have at seeing the new location for the first time. "Playpen, indeed," she thought, planning her first session on the new 'special' equipment... To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 81