Jennifer Discovers Herself · Part 1 (1/4)
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Jennifer finds herself lost in life. Unable to get over her ex-boyfriend Colin, she makes poor decisions and puts herself in bad situations. Until she meets her match on Tinder.
A silly side-story expanding on Jennifer, mentioned in The Happiness of Ella Bloom.
1 – Lost in a spa resort I have been hiking all morning. Actually, I’ve only been going for an hour or two. But I’m already tired. My backpack is heavy, my feet hurt and I feel filthy.
Why did I decide to go on this walk again? Oh yes, to ‘find myself’ and to be responsible for once and not go party in Ibiza. Damn what a stupid idea. What was I thinking? I step around some bushes and there is a path. A neat narrow road actually, complete with cobblestone, sidings and lanterns.
I have no idea where I am now, this isn’t supposed to be here. Not that I had any clue before, but there isn’t supposed to be any trace of civilization for miles other than the hiking trail.
Come to think of it, had I been walking on the trail? I haven’t seen a trail marker since yesterday morning. I’ve just been following what I thought was a path.
Hmm…
Who knew that a chick from London with zero survival skills should use her GPS in the forests of Slovakia or get lost.
Yea, I know, it makes no sense.
I adjust my pack and head left on the pavement and a couple of minutes later I’m standing in the lobby of a mountain retreat spa.
It's a basic hotel kind of setup, lots of light wood and tiles. A massage and soothing bath sounds so nice right now.
Images of soothing hot springs, saunas and hot tubs and tasty healthy food float before my eyes as I try to resist booking a full-service spa package for the rest of my vacation.
C’mon stupid, this is supposed to be a camping trip for self-discovery. Stick to your plan…
Weeeell, maybe just one night. Treat myself.
10 seconds later I’m writing my name on the reservation form.
‘Jennifer Hill’
I enter my age, 31. My gender, female, obviously. I’m from London, in the UK. My address, none of your business. So I enter London again. Email, nope(at)gmail.com. My weight? What the… I take off 2 stone and enter 6.5. My height? Why? But I enter 5 feet 8 inches. Diet preference? Allergies, what? I give up and skip the rest.
Who cares, right? I’m just here to sleep, shower and to get a massage.
The receptionist doesn’t know what a stone is and asks for my real weight, but I don’t know.
80 pounds maybe? I guess.
The woman thinks I’m more like 120. But unkindly puts me down for ‘+/-100?’. She then asks about the rest.
“I’m just here to sleep, take a shower and get a massage.” I resolutely shut her down.
The room includes an optional service package. If I want it, and if so, this afternoon or in the evening?
“Yea sure, now is good. Whatever.” I confirm, assuming that’s the masseuse. A massage before dinner? yes please.
“Do you prefer male or female?”
“Eh, female is fine.” I answer not caring about who brings my drinks or who does the massage.
And with that I’m shown to my room. It’s a nice room. A big queen size bed, private bathroom with a view. Out the window I have a view of the forest, there are some pointy mountains in the background. It’s nice. I look down at the pool and the sun-beds around it. Some people are being lazy around it. Also nice.
I drop my backpack to the floor and take off my boots.
“Ahhhh…” I enjoy the feeling, but wrinkle my nose at the odor coming from my feet. I’ve been camping for the last 5 days without much of any hygiene. I mean, I have wet wipes and sat in a little stream yesterday, but pfft.
I peel off my leggings too.
I stink! And that's all Colin's fault. If he hadn’t broken up with me I’d probably be in his bed right now.
Just as I land face down on my bed in my T-shirt and panties there is a polite knock on the door.
I let out a deep sigh and climb off the bed again.
Peeking through the peephole there is an attractive young face in front of it with a neat bun on top of her head.
“Yes?” I ask through the door.
“I’m here for your service package.” It is discretely announced.
“Oh right…” I open the door to a crack and gaze at the beauty standing outside the door.
Dyed blonde hair, blue-green eyes. Very feminine face. Actually, she has a similar build as me. About my height, slender build. Decent cup-size. But unlike me, she looks Russian.
Anybody from eastern Europe looks Russian to me, but what do I know?
“Eh… Hello.” I don’t really know what else to say. But she steps forward and pushes the door open, revealing a high heeled boot and before I can say anything she’s in my room and the door clicks shut behind her. Her purse drops on the chair with a clunk.
“Take my coat.” She orders me with an accent, and opens her coat slightly.
“Ehh, su… sure.” I stutter and reach for the shoulders of her coat, revealing a thin woman in a tight leather skirt topped by a white blouse. She looks very business-like.
I put the coat away and turn to the woman. I’m not sure what her deal is, but she sure doesn’t look like room service or a masseuse.
Seeing my gaze she smiles disarmingly, clearly appreciating my bare legs, and asks what I would like to do.
“Ehh. I was promised something like a service thing. I dunno…” I mumble. “A massage I guess?”
The woman eyes me up and down and clearly likes what she sees and takes charge. “Or we’ll do something a bit more mature.” She makes a movement like she swings a whip.
“What? Who, who, what are you?” I stutter. What is she suggesting? My mind races.
“Ms. Hill. My name is Mikula. I can be your masseuse or your mistress, or both. You decide.” She matter of factly tells me.
“I think there has been a misunderstanding.” I mumble. Not sure what to make of this Mikula person. She’s very much present in the room, as if she controls the air in it.
“I see.” Mikula turns on her heels and heads for her coat.
“Wait!” I call out. “I get masseuse… But what does a mistress do? What’s that?”
“I will bring you under my spell and give you an experience you’ll never forget.” Mikula mysteriously announces with a seductive smile while eyeing me up.
“What? Like bondage and shit?” I smirk, my nerves twist my stomach in a knot so tight it hurts.
Mikula’s heels click-clack on the floor as she approaches me and stares into my eyes with a grin. “No, not ‘bondage and shit’… Miss Hill, but I’ll control you all the same and give you a full body massage, and I have a strap-on.”
I blink nervously, “A what?! I’ve never done that before.”
Suddenly I’m scared of her.
“Your…” Mikula starts with a sweet voice.
“Honest. I’ve never done anything like that!” I interrupt her. My body trembles.
She looks me up and down and sees my nerves.
“Maybe you want to try it? It can be very liberating…” She suggests with a sweet voice.
I stare at her, “What the hell are you talking about? Can I just get a massage?”
“I see,” she says decisively. “I’ll be your masseuse mistress then. But first, get me a drink and run us a bath. You smell…”
“Ehh, sorry about that… I’ve been in the woods… Ehm… What would you like to drink?” I whisper. I’m so nervous for this woman, yet I can’t turn her away. I wonder why she has this commanding effect on me.
“Hmm, anything except soda or beer.” Mikula clarifies a tiny bit.
The knot in my stomach raises to my throat, I can’t say a word and look through the minibar. I’ll play it safe and choose Champagne. Everyone can appreciate Champagne, right?
Mikula nods approvingly and I feel a little more at ease as I pour a glass for her. I’m then told to prepare a hot bath.
I obey without another word and disappear into the bathroom. Mikula waits in the main room while she sips her champagne.
When the bath is ready she tells me to strip and sit in the hot water.
“Ehh… I’m not a lesbian you know?” I weakly refuse.
“Sure you aren’t…” Mikula smirks. She starts taking off her outfit and I look shyly away.
Two minutes later I sit in the bath with my arms around my knees staring at the faucet in front of me. I’m pedaling my feet and hands under water to stir it so the soap I poured in makes bubbles.
I need looooots of bubbles for what’s about to happen.
Slowly the water gets covered in foam, somewhat protecting my modesty.
I feel Mikula slide into the bath behind me.
When she’s situated her hands land on my shoulders and she gently squeezes. I flinch at the touch.
“Don’t be so tense. Never had anyone touch you?” Mikula wonders.
“Not escorts, no…” I’ve decided that she’s a prostitute and not the expected masseuse.
She smiles unseen by me and tells me to close my eyes and tell her all about myself and why I’m so tense.
What the fuck is happening? I wonder. One moment I'm wandering in the woods and the next I'm sitting in a bath with a therapist escort mistress?
But I start telling this stranger about my woes of the past few months and a load drops from my shoulders with every week that passes in my sad story.
Maybe Mikula knows what she’s doing. Her massage is actually pretty good, even though it’s a weird one. She gently kneads my shoulders and arms. She does my sides and works her knuckles on my back. The hot water helps a lot too.
Mikula listens attentively and asks for a few clarifications along the way, but overall seems interested in my story.
I tell her how I am still in love with a man named Colin. How cute and sweet he is. Rich too. That we had been dating for over two years. How I wanted to keep advancing our relationship. But then suddenly, out of nowhere, he broke up with me almost a year ago. I tell her that I walked out on him in anger.
Then, that my friends suggested a solo backpack trip through Europe to re-discover myself. That I’m supposed to hop-skip-hike-and-bus from Slovakia to Luxembourg. I have a bunch of hiking trails in that direction with bus trips in between. Slovakia is part one, and I think I got lost on the trail and ended up here.
“Keep your eyes closed… Try to relax, and keep talking.” She says midway through and she scoots forward and leans into me against my back. I feel her breasts push into me.
“Hey hey… What are you doing?” I nervously ask.
“I’m helping you relax.” Mikula says as she reaches forward under my arms and firmly rubs the outside of my legs.
I sigh. Deciding she’s super weird. But I do feel more relaxed.
“Tell me about your boyfriend and the breakup.” Mikula instructs me.
As I continue, my voice trembles when I get to the part where Colin got upset with me when I found out he was writing an elaborate email to some woman named Ella.
I feel her hands slide up and cup my breasts and I flinch.
“Up-pupup. Keep your eyes closed and relax. You’re doing very well.” Mikula instructs me with her soft voice.
I obey and continue telling her that I cursed at Colin, and that I was so angry. And all he would say is that he didn’t want to see me again. It’s been many months and I still don’t know why he was so abrupt in breaking up.
I realize that he never told me why he broke up with me. I think it’s because of that cunt, Ella. But I’m not sure.
I’m reliving our fight when she kneads my boobs and a kiss is pressed in my neck.
“Mikula?” I ask with a trembling voice.
“Yes Miss Hill?”
“That feels pretty good.” I admit with a tiny voice.
“I know…” Comes her whispered answer.
I stare at my knees unsure of my feelings as Mikula keeps stroking my body and keeps pressing little kisses on my neck and back.
When she’s done I’m more relaxed than I have been in months. Unfortunately the water is cooling down and Mikula gets out of the bath and motions for me to follow her.
I shyly climb out and stand with my back to her as she dries us both off. Spending the next twenty minutes blow drying our hair in silence.
Maybe she’s not a prostitute but an in-room spa therapist or something? Does that exist? I’m shy to ask, and she didn’t correct me when I insinuated she was an escort.
Sooo, yeah…
I quietly let her do her thing and sit on the edge of the bath enjoying her touch and kindness. Maybe I am a lesbian after all? I don’t think so. But then, she’s just being nice to me because she’s getting paid, right?
I really quite like the touch of a woman though.
When we’re done she wraps the only bathrobe around herself and guides me naked to my bed.
I’m lying down on my side, with my back to her. I’m shy being naked and this is my way of hiding myself. I’m just thinking again what the hell I’m doing with this woman, when for the first time in maybe 30 minutes she speaks.
With a soft whisper she asks, “Are you ready for part two?”
I slowly nod, unsure what that means and I’m told to close my eyes again.
Mikula gets up and pours another glass of Champagne and stares at the confused naked woman before her. She looks through her bag and straps on a strap-on.
I sneak a peek at what she’s doing and see the large dildo on her crotch. Sex with a woman? I’m no fucking lesbian!
“What are you doing? You misunderstand. I’m not a lesbian.”
“Are you sure?” Mikula smiles at me like she knows something about me that I don’t.
“Yes, yes! I only picked a woman because I thought it’s for room service. I just want a massage.” I hastily explain.
“You didn’t mind me just now in the bath…” Mikula whispers in my ear.
I say nothing and just stare at her strap-on. Unable to take my eyes off of it.
She follows my look and grins. Mikula slyly asks. “I knew it… So can I fuck you now? I’m sure you’ll like it.”
I nod and can’t help but think, What’s the fucking point of resisting. She'll do what she wants anyway, just get it over with and leave me alone.
Mikula notices my resigned response and laughs knowingly at me as rolls me over so I’m on my back. She positions herself between my legs.
“Hey…” She whispers at me. “You’re doing great. How do you feel?”
“Nothing makes sense anymore…” I grumble.
Mikula hesitates and drops next to me leaning on her elbow. She has a bit of a confession to make, “I ehh, I have to admit today is a bit strange for me too.”
“How so? Aren’t you just an escort doing your job? Against my will, I might add!” I growl at her.
"Oh don't be so dramatic… If you truly didn't want me here you'd tell me to leave."
I sigh, thinking she's probably right. I’m just a weak minded fool today.
"Fine, not really against my will then… But you know, I just wanted a massage and sleep."
“Anyway, today is strange for me…” Mikula ignores my complaint. “Because well, yes I’m an escort. But it’s strange, because when I was sent here I didn't want to go, until I saw you.”
I stare at her not really understanding what she’s getting at.
“I never did this with a woman before… But it’s ehh, nice.” Mikula studies my face.
“I kinda like you too… But not at all at the same time.” I confess barely audible.
We’re quiet for a few moments but then I can’t stop myself. I have to know.
“So ehh, you’re in love then? Like a lesbian?” I ask her.
Mikula asserts herself and looks at me. “I don’t know… Maybe for you I can be.”
“Oh…” I don’t know what to do with that information.
“You’re not just playing a role?” I ask.
“I am, or was. But then I saw you as I entered the room and I got all flustered. You’re so pretty, and wonderfully submissive.” Mikula explains. “Actually I want to stay with you all night.”
“Oh…OK.” Is all I can say.
“Or longer, I’d love to be your mistress… It’ll be so much fun having a submissive lover to play with.”
I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. This must be the most insane afternoon in my life. I’ve never felt more lost, screwed over and flattered all at once. And now I’m actually being seduced by this prostitute? What the fuck!
Mikula sees my conflict and senses my rejection of current events.
I then make a decision. Instantly that knot in my stomach is back. “Fine, fuck it. Fuck me. Do what you want with me. I don’t care anymore. Just get it over with.” I give up on logic and reason.
Anything to forget Colin I suppose.
The last couple of hours had flipped a series of switches in my brain. Every time she suggests or does something to me, another switch flips. Each switch tears down a piece of my life. Things like logical thought, reason and how I set boundaries. It’s confusing as hell… But I also realized that I desperately want to be loved and appreciated. I want to feel happy.
If that is provided by a Slovakian whore for the day, so be it.
Mikula is quiet for a second. Processing my words. “Yeah ok… I want you to care though Jennifer.” She tenderly tells me and grabs my hand, squeezing it.
“I care…” I assure her. “I’m just fucking tired of my life, of being me. This, what you’re doing to me… It’s confusing! My brain is full, so do as you please.” I grimace.
“I see.” Mikula sounds disappointed and gets up and walks away. I assume she’s getting ready to leave.
I roll on my side and curl up ready to pass out and sleep.
I hear a splash of water and then Mikula returns a minute later.
“Jennifer?” Mikula whispers behind me. “Are you sure?”
“Sure about what?”
“I can do what I want? Can we make love? I’ll be gentle…” Mikula whispers. Clearly she’s not bothered with my mood and doubts.
I say nothing, but after a few moments I nod into my pillow. I hear a giggle and moments later she leans over me as she pushes my right leg aside and lowers her crotch over mine. Her strap-on pressing into my vagina.
“Ohhhmmm.” I moan, biting my lip.
With an elated sigh Mikula lies down on me. Our boobs press into each other and she looks me in the eyes as she starts thrusting with her hips.
A slight moan escapes her mouth.
I squirm under her and let out small moans as the dildo slides in and out of me. With one hand planted next to my head she stares into my eyes with a wanton lust I have never seen in a partner before.
Yes, partner… There is no love here. Not from my side anyway.
Then her head comes down and she kisses me. Full of passion she clamps her lips down on mine and our tongues entangle. There is love from her side, I think.
All the while the dildo pistons in-and-out of me at a steady pace.
I come to my senses a bit, realizing I’m having sex with a female prostitute. And wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.
I tell myself she’s just a sex experiment!
The girth of the dildo inside of me feels good enough, and her passion is entrancing. I’m more or less under her spell just as she promised.
We awkwardly and slowly make love for almost an hour.
I grasp at her breasts and pinch her nipple, in return she sucks on mine. When I pull her close and squeeze our torso's together she kisses my neck and I softly bite hers. This playing around, it's maddening really. But oh so enjoyable at the same time.
Suddenly I tense up and have my orgasm. “HURK!” I groan as I arch my back and strain my face. Seconds later it passes and I ride out my wave of pleasure.
I’ve never felt as good as I did at that moment. I’ve never had an orgasm quite like it. Quiet, intense.
I keep telling myself that I’m not a lesbian. That she’s just a curiosity in a moment of weakness, but nobody in my head is listening really.
When Mikula finally has her orgasm she gasps loudly and muffles a squeal in my neck. She then rolls off of me and we lie next to each other, she’s taking deep breaths and I look between my boobs at the dildo that obscenely sticks straight up and smirk at what we just did.
“Jennifer?”
“What?” I mumble with a drawn out voice.
“Can I stay here tonight?” She sounds like a little girl. Totally different from the bossy lady she has been until now.
I roll over and look at the sweet face before me. Reaching out and stroking her cheek.
“Who are you really?” I wonder.
“I’m Elena Mikula. My friends call me Elena.” Comes her small voice.
“I’m Jennifer Hill, how do you do?” I smile at her.
I sit up and watch her remove the strap-on harness. I’m still not sure what to think of all this.
“You’re not a real escort are you?” I wonder.
“No…” Elena confirms.
“What are you then?” I stare at her chest. She probably has the same cup-size as me, a firm B.
“I’m a masseuse. But I’ve been doing escort work for 2 weeks. You’re my 3rd call.” She tells me with a sad smile. “I don’t want to, but being just a masseuse pays like crap.”
“Really?” I wonder how much of my room price goes to her and think it can't be that much. Aren’t good escorts paid by the hour? Like 100s per hour? Maybe Slovakia is different. I have no idea.
“How old are you?” I ask next, it occurs to me she’s very young looking.
“I’m 19 next month…” She whispers at me and holds out her hand. “Come with me…”
“Elena, I…” I hesitate as I feel her soft hand. I want to tell her I’m not really attracted to her but hold my tongue.
“Come… Let’s take a shower.” Elena livens up.
Elena guides me to the shower and we hold each other for the next hour as we stand under the hot water. Our embrace tight as our breasts press together. Our heads lean on each other’s shoulders.
Neither of us wants to say it, but for the moment we’re really enjoying each other. For various reasons I suppose. Me because I’m just a confused, lonely, London city girl. She because I think she’s falling in love with me.
“Elena? What if I don’t want to be alone tonight?” I whisper.
“I’ll stay if you want…” She sounds upbeat.
I nod into her shoulder. “Let's have sex with the dildo again. I’d like that… I think.”
More experimenting, I tell myself.
We’re silent for many minutes and the only sound is from the water spluttering around us.
Maybe I am a lesbian after-all?
Elena kisses my collar bone, “What do you think? Can I stay?”
“Eh? Oh, yes. I guess.” I realize she sounds a bit needy. Pushy maybe. I consider that that is probably the dominant in her… Maybe she fancies me to be her escape from her life situation?
“We'll see where we are tomorrow.” I grin.
“Let’s try something new, I'll tie you up tonight… I’ve always wanted to try that.” Elena promises.
“What?!” I say startled.
Our weird moment is interrupted when the shower temperature suddenly drops. And we both yelp and escape the cold water. We dry off and don't set our boundaries about bondage.
We have dinner together that night. Elena insists on a local place with good sausage and schnitzel.
I wonder why she's like this. She’s going full girlfriend or something. But I never acknowledged her love.
After dinner we come back to my room and spend the evening together. We watch some TV, have a pillow fight. And before midnight I'm tied up in bed. My arms are tied to my sides with a pair of leggings. And with a T-shirt she tied my ankles together. I lie on my stomach as Elena stands over me. She prods my butt with her foot as she seems to consider her next move.
I twist my neck to see what she's doing and see her jump off the bed. She rummages through my backpack. She's not saying anything.
She seems very determined, a bit distant maybe?
I write it off as nervous love and say nothing either and try to enjoy my sex experiment. Though I wish for more casual lovemaking. Not so much this bondage stuff. But hey she was saying sweet things when she captured me.
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