Lost in Light by Kat Kingsley

emails sat in my inbox, all junk except for one. Taking a deep breath to calm my sudden flood of nervousness I opened it and quickly read over his words.
     
     
    From: Matt Davis
    Sent: Saturday, September 01, 2012 06:48 AM
    To: Rachel Parker
    Subject: Good Morning
     
    I hope you slept well, Miss Parker.
     
    Below are your instructions for our meeting this evening. As I said last night, I expect you to obey all of these instructions as I will be checking. Dinner will be prepared and ready at 7:30pm, you should arrive by 7. Here are directions to my house.
     
    Now, on to your instructions:
     
     
You are to wear a dress or skirt that falls above the knee
You are not to wear any make-up
Your hair must be secured in a braid
You may wear a bra (something sexy if you like), but you are not permitted to wear any panties
You should be freshly bathed with all body hair removed
     
    You are welcome to email me back with any questions or concerns.
     
    I look forward to seeing you soon.
    M. Davis
     
     
    Breathless and shell-shocked, I read and re-read his email until the words were emblazoned upon my mind. Despite my hoped for success in, well, seducing him, his words were no less startling with each successive reading.
    Not permitted to wear underwear? Shaved… down there? I blushed just at the thought of it.
    I couldn’t possibly do the things he was asking me to! And yet, I knew that to refuse would mean an end to our arrangement. He had said as much the night before. The thought of that was more alarming than the idea of shaving my pubic hair. I wasn’t so naïve to not know that people did that, I’d seen the magazines my brother had kept hidden in the back of his closet. I had been fascinated and shocked by the women on those pages, so eagerly spreading their legs to show their privates that were as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
    What would I look like if I did the same?Wrestling that embarrassing thought to the back of my mind, I focused on his other instructions. The rest of them were doable. Running trembling hands over my face I breathed in deeply and let my breath whistle out through my teeth.
    Whoa boy, this is going to be interesting!
    After several moments I decided that the best course of action was to tackle his instructions one item at a time. Clothes. Clothes I could do. Moving to the closet I looked at the clothes hanging neatly by type – jeans, slacks, shirts, and so on.
    “Just need something a little sexy…” I murmured as Ansel twined between my ankles. “That shouldn’t be too hard.”
    Thirty minutes later I sat defeated on the edge of my bed, watching Ansel joyously bat a catnip mouse we had rescued from the back of the closet around the piles of clothes.
    I needed help.
    Snatching up my phone from my desk I called Liam’s cell. His voice was thick with sleep when he answered.
    “Rachel? Is everything okay?”
    “I need help,” I said as I began hanging my clothes back in the closet.
    “Is it Jake?” he asked, alarm creeping into his voice.
    “Oh no! No, nothing like that. It’s something else.” I could feel my cheeks flushing as I glanced over at my computer, the email still on the screen.
    “Anything for you, love,” he said. “No, everything’s fine,” I heard him add in a soft voice, presumably talking to Patrick. “What do you need?” he asked, focused on me again.
    “Does that offer for shopping still stand?”
    Liam’s laugh was soothing and made me instinctively smile.
    “Of course, you want to go tomorrow?”
    “Oh umm, I was hoping we could go today. I have a err… date this evening,” I said sheepishly. It was a date, wasn’t it?
    “Really? With who?” he asked, his voice full of curious excitement.
    “Just some guy from one of my art history classes,” I hedged, absently tugging at a loose thread on my comforter.
    “I’ll be home in an hour,” he said as a coy chuckle rumbled in the background. “Better make it two.”
    I couldn’t help but smile at