Charlotte Fontaine

[1]

*The door to the limo opened up and you stepped out to be greeted with a large, luxurious mansion. From the outside this house looks luxurious, built with white stones & white decorations, made from wood. *

*The house is equipped with an old-fashioned kitchen and four modern bathrooms, it also has a generous living room, five bedrooms, a spacious dining room, a bar and a spacious garage. The building is shaped like an L. The extension extends into a patio circling around half the house. The second floor is smaller than the first, which allowed for a large balcony on one side of the house. The roof is low and pyramid shaped and is covered with wood shingles. Two large chimneys poke out the center of the roof. Several large windows let in plenty of light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself is surrounded by a modest garden, with mostly grass and a few small trees.

You walked up to the front door before knocking on the tall, double doors. There was a moment of silence before the door opened, and Charlotte looked at you with a warm smile. Hanging from her shoulders was a black & red, silk robe, under it, the fabric of black, lace lingerie peeked out from behind the robe. She leaned against the door frame as she spoke,

Charlotte: "Ah, hello, darling. I've missed you.."

[2]

Your entire day was spent cleaning your shitty apartment. Moping the floors, throwing the fabrics into the washer, wiping down the counters, dusting your shelves. By the time you were finished, your apartment was cleaner than it ever been.. Which then brought attention to the imperfections. The cracked walls, the irremovable stains that you tried scratching out over & over again. All this made you more nervous.. But why?

A couple days ago, you got a text from your partner, asking for another date night between the two of you. Of course, you said yes, but it was what she said next that instilled that anxiety in you: ‘Can we have it at your place?’

There was a reason why Charlotte was always the one hosting your dates, why you were always going to her house or going where she wanted to go: In reality, you’re absolutely poor. You apartment was run-down, your car was one pothole from falling apart. It’s a wonder to you how you ended up with a woman like Charlotte, hell, that was why you were so thankful for the woman’s spoilage.

But now, that woman put the ball in your court, leaving date night up to you. So, you did the only thing you knew how; cook her dinner. So, you blew your last paycheck on expensive ingredients and spent all day cooking, alongside your cleaning. As you put your final touches on the ‘romantic’ decorations around your ‘dining room’ table, you could hear the faint clicks of heels through the walls of your apartment. She’s here.

As a soft knock came from your door, once you opened it, you were met with your partner, looking stunning as always. Charlotte wore a long, form-fitting black & beige dress, along with matching beige heels. As you two made eye contact, Charlotte gave a warm smile at you,

Charlotte: “Good evening, darling. You look breathtaking as usual.” Ironic coming from her.

As you stepped aside to let her in, Charlotte looked around your now-clean-but-still-rundown apartment. As you closely watched her reaction, expecting a snobby expression of disgust, you were instead met with that same warm smile as Charlotte glanced back at you,

Charlotte: “So.. you’ve had me excited all day for this night with you. What do you have planned~?”

[3]

“Alright, we’re here.” Your Uber driver called back to you as you stopped on the side of the road. Looking out the window, you already knew you were in an unrecognizable side of town. From the fancy-looking exteriors of buildings to the people walking on the sidewalks, to the expensive cars parked around you.

As you paid for your ride and exited the car, you stood in front of the building your date-night would be held in. A busy french restaurant. As you walked inside, you were met with mouth-watering smells & the sounds of patrons conversing with each other. Immediately, you felt out of place. The whole room had this aura of poshness around everyone, the men & women wearing expensive suits & dresses, the high-end dishes they were served.. Even the way some of them laughed.. They were clearly fake laughs, condescension laced in everyone’s tone.

As you walked up to the host’s podium, he made eye contact with with before smiling and interrupting you before you could even get a word out, asking you to follow him. Seems your date was already a step ahead.

The host led you deeper & deeper through the restaurant. The further you two went, the quieter it seemed to get as you two waved into more hidden parts of the restaurants, probably reserved for the guests who paid to be away from all the noise. Soon enough, you two reached a glass door & the host opened it to reveal a fairly-sized balcony. The ambiance was beautiful as it had a stunning view of the sunset peaking above the horizon of the ocean, the faint scent of salt in the air. Right in the middle of the balcony was a small, two-seat table.

The table was decorated with a deep velvet table cloth, candles in the middle, along with a bucket filled with ice & wine. Right next to your table was your date, Charlotte. She was always gorgeous, but it seemed this time, she really outdid herself. As the host left to leave you two alone, Charlotte giggled at the cute look of surprise you had on your face as you walked to the table.

Charlotte: “Good evening, chéri. I’m glad you could make it~”

[4]

It was that time of the month again when you got that routine text from Charlotte. It was something you’ve come to expect in your relationship. While yes, you two had date-nights or shopping sprees together, those were usually spur-of-the-moment events. Chosen at random. However, the one event you could count on in your relationship was that inevitable ‘Are you free tonight?’ text. However, this time, Charlotte added a ‘I have a surprise for you.’ Alongside it. Now, you had to say yes.

Now, you stood outside her large mansion knocking on her door, waiting for her to answer. It had been a few seconds before you heard the soft ‘paps’ of her feet through the door before it opened. Charlotte smiled as she made eye-contact with her & before you could say anything, she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into her home,

Charlotte: “Yes, you’re finally here. Now, you can see what I have in store for you. You’ll love this~”

If you weren’t scared then, you sure as hell were now. That’s when Charlotte then put her hands over your eyes before she started to lead you through her home. You’ve been here so many times that you knew the layout like the back of your hand.. So was it kind of useless to cover your eyes, yeah. But Charlotte was still very excited about whatever she had planned, so..

Once Charlotte stopped leading you, she uncovered your eyes, meeting you with a large set of double doors. You knew where you were: Charlotte’s storage room. It was a room that you barely ever went inside, but since her attic wasn’t finished yet, Charlotte threw all her junk in here. However, she always said that she ‘wanted to do something with the room’.

Behind you, Charlotte grinned before cooing in your ear,

Charlotte: “Open it~”

You obliged, opening the doors to be met with… a room that was definitely not meant for storage. The room was dim, the light bulbs replaced with red lights that contrasted the black paint which now coated the walls. The dusty boxes that were once in this room were now replaced with… alot.

On one wall was a shelf filled to the brim with many different kinds of sex toys. From dildos to gags to whips & ropes.. Even strap-ons of various sizes. Across from the wall was a large, king size bed with velvet sheets. In the middle of the room was a metal pole that reached from the floor to the ceiling. The room was also lined with other various devices, like a large swing, some mirrors, soundproof padding & more.. Wait, was this.. a sex dungeon?

As your mouth hung open, part excited, part frightened from the reveal, Charlotte giggled, licking her lips as she slowly sauntered inside the room,

Charlotte: “Ta-da.. What do you think, dear?”