This weeks Wicked Wednesday prompt is "Twisted" and this really is tenuous but there is going to be a significant twist in Isobel's story which becomes clear in Part 7 but this instalment sets it up - and a big thank you to Marie, May and others for the encouragement so far.
Carry me to my own
To where I can cross over,
Close to home, I cannot say
Close to home, feeling so far away
Evening Falls, Enya
It was almost midnight when the taxi dropped her by the path from the village to her cottage. The driver seemed concerned that she would be walking through the wood alone so late but she reassured him that it happened frequently and had never met anything more threatening than a fox.
Once inside the cottage she realised that despite the late hour sleep would be a long time coming and she decided to run a hot bath. She had showered at Luna's but despite her high level of fitness two hours in rubber had taken its toll. She looked for some music and her eyes fell on Watermark and she realised that it was “Evening Falls” that had been going through her mind all evening. She returned to the bathroom with the CD player and a bottle of Chablis
As the train had left the station earlier she glimpsed a man who she instantly recognised as the Hiker. He was gone within seconds but she remained sure it was him. She felt more strongly than ever that this was someone she knew well and who was important to her.
Now as she relaxed in the warm water and let the music sooth her she imagined him naked – or was she remembering? If it was fantasy why would she include the scarring that he too had though in his case on his stomach and neck which he had told her were the result of a knife attack. She shivered – there was no doubt this was memory and she hoped there would be more to follow.
Her hand slipped between her legs and she thought about Luna and just how sore her cunt would be tonight after the pounding it had taken that afternoon but it was the Hiker she was focusing on. She realised she was wrong – they hadn’t fucked – they had made love. As her fingers slipped into her now wet cunt she pushed all thought of the afternoon,s session out of her mind and let the memory of a gentle man helping her understand that sex and love was a wonderful combination.
The day’s final orgasm was very different to the others and left her aching to hold the man she in her arms again. The man who was physically in her life made his presence felt just then and got out of the bath, dried herself and headed for the bedroom closely followed by Dog.
Dog woke her to be let out next morning and her mind moved into overdrive almost immediately. It was now three months since her awakening and finally she had some real clues. It was clear to her that she had chosen this new life but she desperately wanted to know why. Inevitably the scarring must be significant and somehow she her memory had been suppressed. Would she regret finding the truth? She very well might but she also knew that if she didn’t find it she might never be able to move forward.
After talking it through with Luna they concluded that she had probably worked as a sensual dominatrix and taking into account her looks and expensive tastes almost certainly at the top end. It could only be a guess but her personality suggested she would have worked independently too.
The searches she wanted to make were not suitable for public places so Luna invited her to use her home and get to know Patches who after being a little unhappy about the lingering smell of dog relented when offered a combination of wet food and tummy rubs. Men really were such easy to please creatures she was reminded though Patches interest in the other thing they usually craved was doubtless considerably less since his testicles had been removed some years before!
Isobel spent most of the day getting a sense for how a potential customer would find a provider offering the specialist services he or she was seeking. There were a number of listing sites but these looked like they were updated regularly so scrolling through hoping to find a picture of herself might be pointless. There was a further complication in that her naturally blond hair was now very short but the norm for the women whose sites she looked at was to have long hair albeit involving wigs she suspected in some cases.
She decided to shortlist some sites that specialised in high end BDSM escorts. There was one site which looked different in that it was run by a woman who offered to arrange meetings. Her site had images and a little information about some of the independents she worked with but no contact details – to reach them you had to go through her though she was very clear that they didn’t work for her – she just arranged introductions – for a fee of course!
When Luna returned after seeing a client she told Isobel about an odd thing that had happened. After the client had left another man had called and it was clear that he knew what she did but he had asked if “another girl” worked there. She had assured him that it was just her and he had seemed surprised but went on his way. It was only when Luna described the man that Isobel realised she was talking about the Hiker! Isobel was devastated that she had missed the opportunity to speak to him but her friend had done what would have seemed to be the right thing to protect her.
She hadn't told Luna about her sighting of the Hiker or the feelings it had provoked. She didn't want to put her relationship with Luna at risk but now she would have to. However Luna seemed genuinely happy that her friend was starting to find a way into her past and made clear that she didn't feel threatened in by her feelings for the Hiker. She did admit that he was a very attractive man and promised that if another opportunity arose she wouldn’t let him get away a second time.
Luna sensed that her friend needed warm loving rather than raunchy sex just then and took her into the bedroom and for the next hour the two hugged, kissed, stroked and finally came together. Afterwards Isobel was drawn back to the lap top and began to look at some of the sites she had listed. Nothing leapt out but she recalled a way to retrieve older information.
She loaded the address for the woman who arranged introductions into the “Way Back Machine”. It looked like the woman had been in business for about 5 years and Isobel began to work backwards through the saved pages. One from a year ago had a link to “A few of the outstanding Independent Escorts I can put you in touch with.” Isobel had viewed this page on the current site but thought it might be worth seeing how it had changed.
In fact very little was different and it looked as though the women involved were inclined to stick around. Next she clicked on the link for two years ago and found the same page. Again she scrolled down and almost the last entry caught her eye. It was a woman called Isabeau – she wasn’t sure if it was the name of the image but the more she looked at the body in the picture the more she began to tremble.
She called Luna to join her and asked her to look at the picture. The woman in the picture was certainly of similar build and wearing a corset and thigh boots. However she was a long haired red head and the hair obscured her face though her shoulders and cleavage were visible. Luna looked hard at the picture and then zoomed in on the naked shoulders.
"Get your top off, girl" she said and for once Isobel knew this wasn't a preliminary to a hot session. At Luna’s directing she stood in a way that matched the pose of the girl in the photograph. Luna took a deep breath and gestured her to sit down again. “Do you know that you have a small mole on your right shoulder?” she asked “I may have but I’m not conscious of it” she replied. "Perhaps you should be - take another look at the picture”. There on the girl’s shoulder was a small mole.
Link to Part 7 here