<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Front Porch<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 2, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amber<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V63.jpg)</div><br/>Vivi's breath was caught in her throat as the door opened. There he was! Her Master! She almost squealed in glee! And then he leaned in to kiss her cheek. She inhaled deeply of that ever pleasant scent and could immediately feel the moisture pool between her legs.<br/><br/>She could feel herself deflate slightly at his quick dismissal of her. She'd never been a very strong person and was terrible at masking her emotions. She tried her best, though. Smile still plastered to her face, she managed to straighten her shoulders and hold her head up high. She walked past him, immediately doing what she was told. She didn't speak. He hasn't asked her to. She found it odd that she automatically felt the need to wait to be commanded to speak.<br/><br/>Her suitcase was immensely heavy, not to mention the weight of the cello, and she wasn't exactly the strongest of women. Her face flushed a bright red, hoping to God that he nor the other woman saw just how hard she was struggling not to drop things. When she finally made it to the top stair, she turned and rolled her way to where Master claimed to be her room. Luckily she didn't see a single person along the way.<br/><br/>Shoulders still held high, she shut the door. Suitcase and cello plopped to the ground as she collapsed on the bed. Whew! Hopefully that would count as her first workout. She grinned to herself. She felt something slick and lacy on the comforter beneath her. She managed to roll her ass off the bed and looked down. Her eyes bulged. Master had already seen her completely naked but the other woman hadn't even seen her, period. And she hadn't seen the other woman. Was she skinnier than her? Were her breasts more proportioned than her? Was she prettier than her? Oh please don't be prettier than me!<br/><br/>Master hadn't told her to unpack her clothes, so he must want her to hurry right back down. Vivi frowned but rushed to the bathroom. She fanned herself and blotted her face with a nearby towel. She took off her cardigan and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She wasn't sure where to put her clothes so she folded them and put them on the bed. It was a little quirk of hers, folding her dirty clothes. What was the point, really? She placed her shoes in a corner and was thankful for the pedicure she'd gotten earlier in the week. It was sandal season, after all. She slipped on the lingerie and made her way back to the bathroom. She fixed her hair and checked the light bit of make up she generally wore. Then she paused, really studying herself. Her large breasts stretched the lingerie to its limit but the rest fit her like a glove. This was it. This would be her first night at this man's house. This man that was now her Master. And with another woman. What would she have to do with this other woman? How would it make her feel to see this other woman with her Master? The thought made a jealous blush appear on her face. Her anxiety was creeping up and trying to take over again. Well she wouldn't let it!<br/><br/>She marched right out of her room and down the hall but by the time she got to the stairs, she was creeping along on her bare feet. By the time she reached the bottom and made it to his study, she was nothing more than a pair of dark eyes peeking around the corner. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the other woman kneeling beside her Master's desk. Holy hell, she was gorgeous! Oh Vivi could just die and sink into the floor! Of course she was skinnier, more fit, and her breasts far more proportionate. And the lingerie he had picked for her... A bold red! She could feel her cheeks quickly turning the shade of said lingerie.