The makings of an interesting relationship

Well I hate to say I called it, but walking in through the door all I saw was an office. Albeit a nice office. Dark brown wood paneling lining the top and lower halves of the walls. In the space between was a regal looking Burgundy wallpaper, it looked almost like velvet with texture. A gold pattern layered over it. Lights were coming from what appeared to be a nice chandelier. The floor appeared to be wood with a fine rug covering the center area. There were two chairs in front of a large desk. They appeared to be a black rubber. With a small table between them that came up almost like a street lamp. The desk appeared to be a heavy dark wood. A pattern of a lock appeared in the center with wings coming out either side. It was a nice office all together. The walls were adorned with portraits of various individuals. Some appeared to be dressed in fine business attire, others in a range of fetishware to nothing at all. With even one or two bearing tattoos or other various markings. But there was something else about these portraits. There seemed to be a, liveliness, to them. As though the portraits were moving, sentient even.

“Ahem” A voice spoke. Behind the desk there was a woman. Dressed in a fine suit top, I couldn’t see what was underneath. She appeared to be working on paperwork of some sort. She didn’t seem to give me any attention other than the fact that I walked in. Her hair was a dark red, with a slight tan, her dark lips and thick eyelashes and make-up stood out. Around her neck she wore a collar, simple and leather. Tight to her neck. She had begun adding to a document when she spoke.

“Really Gabriel, after last time you thought this was the best way to talk-” She looked up, planning to continue her question. But upon seeing someone else she stopped. “Oh, well, this hasn’t happened in a while. Welcome then to my office, to whom do I owe the pleasure of company” She had stood by this point, wearing a grey pencil skirt she had extended a hand. Expecting me to walk further forward. Her hips were pretty nice looking, combined with a bust that was easily double D’s. This woman was gorgeous. Her hair was in a ponytail and went back at least to her mid back from how it swayed as she stood. Her nails were painted black as well.

“Uh, I’m Mike. I have, questions. Who are you?” I asked approaching her slowly, eventually rounding the chairs and nearing the front of her desk. My hand was only a few inches from my waist, ready to shake her hand but something told me I shouldn’t.

“Oh, you may call me… Lily. I suppose that would be what the most modern interpretation would be.” She could tell I was trepidatious. “I can see that you’re nervous. Don’t worry, I’m not going to rip your arm off and beat you to **** with it. I’d be happy to answer any questions you have.” She relaxed a bit. I could tell she was trying to calm me down. And while it wasn’t exactly a great way of doing so. It was a bit humorous I had to give her that. I reached out and shook her hand. It was warm, with a sizable heat near the palm of her hand.

“Please have a seat, tell me what it is you wish to know.” She said sitting back eager to talk. I looked back and found the seat on the right. It was warm, but comfy even for being made of rubber. I sat back, and crossed my legs trying to be calm in a warm room with moving paintings. “So, what’s the deal with the key?”

“The one in your pocket you mean? The one you used to get in here?” She said. Smirking, she could tell I was already off guard. Instantly my hand shot to my pocket. Feeling the top of the wallet I felt the shape of the key. “How did that-”

“The key has a bit of a mind of its own. It will follow its owner’s instructions the majority of the time. But every once in a while it’ll make a decision of its own. Mostly though when it’s used it’ll do what it did this time, stay with you once you close the door behind you.”

“So when it decides to act on its own, is that when other people get it?”

“Well that is what happened with these other people.” She said gesturing to the various portraits. “The key decides who it wants to give itself to at a semi random rate. I still don’t know how it determines recipients. I have a theory, but that I’ll share for a later date.” She said smiling to herself.

“How do you know I’ll come back again?” I said, being a bit ambitious and pushing the issue.

“Everyone who has ever gotten that key, comes back. Who said it, “Tis better to know, than not to know?”. This is the part what is it that I know that you don’t” She was matching my bravery with her own smart putdown. She had me hooked.

“Well this certainly isn’t my fantasy. I suppose you know then answers for that.”

“The first time anyone uses that key, they get this. A talk down with yours truly. After that if they turn the lock to the left, they get me again. If they go to the right, they get their fantasy. Regardless of how you visit me. Time works differently here. Every ten minutes here is a single minute outside.”

“Wow. That’s, a lot. How, does time, work differently here? I mean, this whole place is. Odd but, how do you know that about me? Or anyone who walks in here?” I was awe struck. I could get away with anything. I could come into this office and paint all night, and only spend like, half an hour!

“Well, it’s a bit complicated. We’ll save all that for your second office visit. If I’m correct you have three thoughts. Two at the back of your mind, one you just came up with. No, you can’t come in here whenever you want. I don’t always answer. There has to be a good reason, and that isn’t my call. It’s the keys” she had been turning in her chair, putting her hands up to emphasize her lack of control. “And before you ask, yes I can somewhat read your mind. It’s easy the first time, don’t worry about it.”