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For Love of E - 9
by Dhragúin Múinteoir [greybeard.dragon@gmail.com]
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Kit reveals his solution to Eliza's problem. (MF)
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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...
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