A bathroom

"You're dirty. Mr. Dawson won't like that. Before tonight's...proceedings, it's best that you have a bath and clean yourself," Mariana said to Valerie.

Valerie was tired, and her body was aching due to the punishment she had endured. In this moment, the prospect of a warm bath sounded very appealing to her.

With some effort, she got back up on her feet and began to walk inside.

"I'll be taking those," Mariana interrupted her, gesturing at what remained of her clothes.

Valerie was besides arguing at this point. Besides, its not like her stockings and garter were actually covering anything. She stepped out of her heels and stripped off all her hosiery. She handed everything to Mariana and stepped inside, naked as the day she was born.

The bathroom was quite extravagant. In front of her, a large spa-style bathtub took center stage, overlooking a large window into the estate gardens. A cupboard on one side contained an assortment of lotions, soap, shampoos and bath salts, while the other side had a cupboard full of fresh towels. A toilet, glass shower and sink were located in the other corners. The room could have been bigger than some of the apartments she had lived in. It felt like it was straight out of an interior design magazine - which considering its owner, it likely did.

Valerie closed the door behind her and stepped inside the shower, quickly washing way the dirt and grime on her body. She began to reflect on the events of the day. Jason, her target, held her like a prisoner. His son, Isaiah seemed to have a strange fixation on her. As if that weren't enough, her communicator no longer worked and she no longer possessed the tracker she was supposed to plant on her target.

Her mission had gone completely off the rails, and she had to find a way to salvage it, somehow. In this moment, though, her body was sore and her mind was tired. She was in no shape to plan, or even think.

Valerie decided she needed to regain her strength. Her gaze shifted to the large bathtub in the center of the room. She decided to make a warm bath for herself - after all, Mariana hadn't told her how long she could take, and Valerie was in no rush. She might as well take advantage of this moment of respite.

Still wet, she stepped out of the shower. She filled the tub with warm water and sprinkled some very expensive looking bath salts in it. The tub changed color to a milky, opaque pink, and a wonderful smell filled the room.

Valerie stepped inside and slipped below the water, letting its warmth envelop her body. She could feel the tension flowing out of her sore, bruised body.

It feels so good, she thought. I could stay here all day.

Valerie closed her eyes, her exhaustion finally catching up to her.

She slipped into the world of her imagination. She pictured a scenario where Hawk had refused to take her to the store. Instead, he had **** her to do the mission naked. Would she have even gotten this far? Maybe she would have been **** to be a **** for anyone in the estate to freely use. She imagined Jason caning her in front of the entire staff, except this time he was also penetrating her after every blow. Maybe that's what he was going to do tonight - for he clearly had something insidious planned for her.

Valerie let out a small, satisfied moan. She lost track of time, while her fingers began to massage her folds.

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