Madison checked her watch again, her foot jiggling. This was getting silly. The receptionist was on the phone, obviously chatting to a friend, and her appointment was getting closer and closer. Finally, she could sit around any longer, standing up and striding over to reception.<br/><br/><strong>"Excuse me?" </strong>Madison said impatiently.<strong>"Excuse me?" </strong><br/><br/>The receptionist frowned slightly, looking up and then back down to the phone.<br/><br/><em>"One moment Sarah... May I help you Madison?"</em>muttered, almost a little impatiently.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, I have an appointment at half past, can I go on now?"</strong><br/><br/>The receptionist checked a clock on her desk, taken aback slightly- she'd completely lost track of time. She bit her lip, glad that Madison had been impatient- receptionists had been fired for keeping the club mistresses waiting.<br/><br/><em>"Oh, I'm terribly sorry Miss. Rivers, one moment.... Sorry, Sarah, call you back."</em>She put down the receiver, resetting it and picking it up again, dialling the in-house number to get the parlour.<em>"Ma'am? Miss. Rivers is here to see you. I'll send her down. Thank you." </em>She placed the receiver down again, turning to Madison.<br/><br/><em>"OK Miss Rivers, follow me. Bring your slave along too,"</em>she said, standing up.<em>"You can leave your luggage here."</em>Madison followed, calling out to Adam.<br/><br/><strong>"Come, slave,"</strong>she barked, stepping confidently after the receptionist. The group stopped outside a large oak door, the receptionist knocking on it gingerly. One never entered a room without the permission of the Mistress inside- sometimes they closed their doors for a reason.