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The
Secret Of The Suitcase
The
young man's sudden appearance startled me.
My hands slapped protectively around my
body to hide my nakedness and I blushed
deeply, embarrassed not just by the
thought of him catching me but by the way
he was looking at me. He was smirking at
me the same way he had earlier when I
first arrived at the college and I could
see he was clearly delighted when
Headmistress asked him to show me to my
room. I glanced at Headmistress.
"Shane
will escort you to your room, Adrianna,"
she said.
I look
briefly at Shane and then back to
Headmistress.
"Oh, and
Shane," she continued.
"Yes
Headmistress?"
"Be a
dear and collect Adrianna's suitcase from
the foyer, will you?"
"Yes
Headmistress!"
And with
that, Shane bowed slightly and extended
his arm to usher me ahead of him. His
gesture of courtesy was plainly insincere
and almost mocking of me. Not wanting to
create any more friction between myself
and Headmistress I bravely stepped ahead
of Shane and into the foyer.
"Good
night Adrianna."
The tone
of Headmistress's voice was enough to
remind me I'd neglected my manners. I
quickly stopped, turned and bid her good
night.
"Good
night Headmistress," Shane said. His voice
was sing-songy and smug as if he wanted to
emphasize the fact he wasn't nearly so
unthinkingly rude as me.
"Good
night Shane," Headmistress replied. She
stood in the doorway until we'd
disappeared into the foyer.
"It's
okay, I'll carry that," I said.
Shane
intercepted me before I had a chance to
pick up my suitcase.
"No,
it's okay. I've got it," Shane
said.
I
reluctantly stood aside and watched as he
struggled to pick it up.
"What
have you got in here? Rocks??"
"Just a
few books and things," I lied. "Really!" I
added when it appeared he doubted me.
Shane didn't say anything else and just
nodded with his head for me to walk ahead
of him again.
We
walked and walked through the labyrinth of
hallways and passageways, finally
ascending some stairs that took us up to a
door-lined corridor.
"That's
your room at the end there," Shane said.
"It's not locked. None of the dormitory
doors have locks."
I shot a
questioning glance at Shane. The thought
of not being able to lock myself in my
room alarmed me a little, particularly the
sudden thought that anybody might be able
to walk in on me at any time.
Nevertheless, I grabbed and twisted the
small brass doorknob and pushed open the
door. It squeaked loudly; a sound that
echoed the length of the long,
semi-darkened corridor.
Inside,
the room was spartan in its decorations.
An antique, metal-framed single bed
centrally positioned under the solitary
window dominated the small space. A large
oak wardrobe stood along one wall and
overshadowed the bed while a small writing
desk and wash stand sat along the opposite
wall. A lamp on the desk was all that
illuminated the room until Shane switched
on the overhead light: a single, bare bulb
hanging at the end of a long braided
electrical cord.
"Home
sweet home," Shane said.
I stood
patiently on a faded, worn Persian mat at
the end of the bed and watched nervously
as Shane placed my suitcase on the
bed.
"This is
the bed..."
I
ignored the suggestion Shane made by
patting the lumpy mattress.
"And
this is where your clothes would go...if
you had any!"
Shane
sniggered as he pulled open the doors of
the wardrobe to reveal the empty space
inside. I couldn't hold back a faint,
embarrassed laugh at myself.
"And
over here is a desk..."
I
followed Shane with my eyes as he walked
around, waving his arms like an estate
agent giving me a tour of my small
room.
"Here,
let me help you get your books set up on
it," Shane said.
"No!"
The word
gushed loudly from my mouth but it was too
late. Shane had already sprung the locks
of my suitcase and he threw back its top
on the bed to reveal the contents.
"No,
it's okay! I can do that!" I said as I
rushed to stop him. There was a small
struggle as I tried to wrestle back
control of my suitcase.
"My my
my! What do we have here?" Shane said. His
eyes were as wide as saucers at the sight
of the contents of my suitcase.
I had no
idea where to begin explaining.
"These
don't look like books to me!" he
said.
I
desperately wanted to disappear as Shane
started removing things from my suitcase.
He held up my large, purple beaded
vibrator for inspection and then, gingerly
picking up a butt plug between his thumb
and forefinger, looked straight at
me.
"Please,
put them back," I mumbled.
Shane
was grinning broadly now. He waved the
vibrator and butt plug theatrically around
in the air, doing a perverse little dance
with them before dropping them on the
mattress.
"And
this?" he said, retrieving a string of red
latex anal beads. They dropped silently to
the bed beside the other toys. "And what
might these be for?"
I felt a
wave of hot, flushing embarrassment wash
over me and refused to look as Shane held
up leather ankle and wrist cuffs.
"Kinky!"
he laughed.
"Please
Shane," I tried reasoning with him.
"Please, put them back. They're my
personal belongings."
"Oh, you
do have some books!" he said.
Again I
felt another crushing blow of humiliation
as Shane picked out my small collection of
BDSM novels.
"What's
on here?" he asked.
"It's
nothing," I said.
"Hmmm...we'll see," Shane
said, placing the floppy disk into his
pocket.
"Please
give that back," I begged. The disk
contained a number of things I didn't want
anybody to see, including bookmarks to my
online collection of BDSM fantasies and
pictures. It also contained a file with
all my passwords which, if they fell into
the wrong hands, could lead to all sorts
of humiliating consequences.
"I'll
just hang onto this for safekeeping,"
Shane said. He was obviously aware of my
desperation to have the disk
returned.
"That's
just my computer..."
I
pretended not to be concerned when Shane
lifted my laptop out of my suitcase and
placed it on the desk.
"Yes,
I'm sure it is," Shane smirked. I was left
in no doubt he would be very interested to
snoop around inside my computer.
"Shane?
What are you doing?" I asked, defensively
inching away from him as he moved towards
me.
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