A Charming Place for a Charming Woman

As Abigail steps out of her car, she takes a moment to absorb her surroundings. Standing in front of her is a large manor, which somehow manages to be adorably quaint and eerily imposing at the same time. After taking a moment to appreciate the sight, the busty brunette pulls out her phone to confirm the address her assistant gave her.

"Yep. This is the place..." She mumbles to herself, something she finds herself doing quite often when she's alone.

As she begins to approach the manor, she hopes that this outing will be worthwhile. When she was first sent the invitation to this meeting, she was a bit hesitant, but the more she thought about it, she couldn't help but be curious about who else would be there and what they would be like. Still, Abigail did worry that she may regret coming. In order to make it, she had to cancel a therapy session with a young couple she had grown quite fond of. Just the thought of those two hot bodies against her starts to make her wet. The woman's big tits pressed against her own, while the man's hard cock rubs up and down on her ass. And both mindlessly obeying any and every command she gives until eventually-

Abigail snaps out of her fantasy as she realizes she's standing in front of the building's entrance. She quickly shakes away the vision before it can distract her again. If she's going to be around people with similar abilities to her own, it's in her best interest to stay as focused and alert as possible. Or at least that's what she reasons in her mind as she knocks on the door.

After a few moments of silence, the door opens, revealing a mature Indian woman with flowing black hair wearing a sparkling dress and fancy-looking jewelry. Abigail's eyes trace up and down the woman's body and she immediately feels her pulse begin to rise. The woman is absolutely gorgeous, her curves seeming to be the perfect shape for drawing attention. And the way her eyes shine in the light is something to behold.

"Ah, you must be Ms. Abigail Spindral," the woman says with a smile, her eyes momentarily darting down to Abigail's chest, though it's unclear if it's Abigail's pendant or cleavage that caught her eye. Whichever it is, the woman has a time trying to meet Abigail's eyes again after the briefly glimpse.

"I... uh... y-yes, I am. And you must be Lalita Aakarshan. It's a pleasure to meet you," Abigail responds, still attempting to contain the sudden butterflies in her stomach.

Abigail had heard plenty about Lalita over the years. She is a world-famous supermodel, after all. She had also heard the rumors about just how enchanting the star was. And seeing her in person like this, Abigail had to admit that the things she heard were true. There's something about seeing Lalita that was so much more breathtaking in real life. Of course, everyone knows she's beautiful, but seeing her in person is something else entirely.

"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine. I appreciate you accepting my invitation. I've heard you like to keep yourself rather busy. Though if you're clientele is anything like what I'm imagining, I can see why you would..." Lalita says, causing Abigail to blush at the insinuation (which is absolutely correct). "There is so much I would like to discuss with you and the others. Please, make yourself at home."

Lalita steps away from the entrance to her house, giving Abigail space to enter. As she does, Abigail take the opportunity to once again analyze what is around her. The building seems rather old, but in more of a prized-antique sort of way rather than actually being dirty and decrepit. In fact, everything seems immaculate in terms of cleanliness, though that fact wouldn't have been surprising if Abigail knew just how much Lalita paid her cleaners.

Barely ten seconds after stepping inside the house, Abigail is met by another woman, who rapidly approaches her from deeper inside the house. This time, the woman takes the form of a young Latina with a wide grin on her face. Just like with Lalita, as this woman gets closer, she can't stop herself from looking down at Abigail's chest, an occurrence she's pretty used to at this point.

"Hello! I'm Isabel, but everyone just calls me 'Isa!' It's very nice to meet you," the woman speaks in a thick Puerto Rican accent as she extends her hand to Abigail.

"I don't think so," Abigail promptly rejects Isa's hand before pushing up her glasses. "I know better than to make physical contact with you, given your line of work, Ms. Caricia. You're going to have to try harder than that if you want get me in a trance."

"I see you've done your research, Abigail. Isa here has already gotten three of the other women with that trick. I knew she was a good masseuse, but I had no idea she could work out so much tension with just a handshake. Luckily, I caught her doing it to someone else before she could try it on me," Lalita explains to her newest guest.

"Ah, you two are no fun," Isa whines, though a soft smile remains on her face. "I can tell you both carry quite a bit of tension in those shoulders. If either of you would ever like to experience a little rest and relaxation, I'd be happy to work my magic on you..."

"That's quite alright. The last thing I need is to fall asleep around you all..." Lalita says before turning back to Abigail. "You are the last person to arrive, so feel free to introduce yourself to everyone. I want to give us all a chance to mingle for a bit before we get into any serious discussions."

Abigail simply nods, though inside she does curse herself for being the last one here. She normally prefers to be early to events, but she had a bit of rescheduling to do with her assistant before she came over... and then she ended up hypnotizing said assistant into eating her out before she left. She should probably stop doing that every time she has to leave the office...

As the hypnotherapist thinks to herself, Lalita walks over to the front door and locks it now that all of her guests have arrived. The woman is incredibly pleased to have so many powerful women in her house all at once. To think that she was really able to get so many of them under one roof...

Lalita finds herself eager to learn more about each and every other girl here. That was the main purpose of gathering them all together, after all. So that they can discuss their methods and techniques. As happy as Lalita is with her current life, she knows there's always room for improvement. And with each of these women having something unique to offer, surely everyone will be able to learn something. There's no way having so many controlling presences in one place could possibly backfire...