The Initiation. 1/?
Note: India & Spa is a real place, but I have no idea if they do waxing of any sort as I cannot read french well enough. But the pictures were pretty J Also, I'm going to start out slow - some light humiliation, to heavier humiliation paired with sexy times and bondage etc, etc, I wouldn't want to over load anyone ;)
"Cobb, I don't feel comfortable doing this."
"If Ariadne feels she can handle jumping into dreams, building and manipulating things based on her will alone she is more than ready for the initiation."
"She's too young for this, none of us were here age."
"Like hell, Arthur. we've all done this in some form or another at some point or another - even Mal did it!"
"Dom - we all knew each other- none of us knows the new architect well enough…"
"We don't have time for well enough. She's seen the dreams, she knows who we all are, we can do this the old way - one at a time in the dream or out of it. But all of us have to chose and make our moves within the next week. The only thing we do know is that Ariadne's fascinated by the building - lets see how far we can push her before she breaks."
The meeting was one of less than savory intent. The little architect had gone for more modeling supplies when Dom had called the little gathering. It had been two days since the "start" of the job, and it was time to give Ariadne her initialization into their little family.
Each of them had been through the process before - the most recent in history being Yusuf and Saito(and god did that man have some serious skeletons under the workbench). Arthur remembered his even if it had been ten years ago - Mal had been the first instigator, stalking him through his dreams until she had finally trapped him. She'd tied him to a bondage cross, slipped a bright red ball gag between his lips and proceeded to cane the living hell out of his back.
The memory of the bruises haunted him like a dream, but Mal had never broken his skin when she did it - none of them had. That was the point - pain, but no serious injuries, trust without initial betrayals to mar it. The point man didn't feel it was time for the little architect yet, but something in Dom's sharp manner, the heat in the man's other wise detached voice, told him he waif-ish woman had stumbled on something she wasn't supposed to.
An hour later, Ariadne blazed into the warehouse, arms weighted down with modeling supplies, some of which seemed a bit excessive - but then again this had to be the Mac daddy of dreams- graph pads, clay, a set of exact-o knives and modeling tools, miles of light weight cardboard and cardstock, what seemed to be a gallon of glue and paint. The thing that really garnered the most attention from the men in the room, was a shiny chess piece peeking out of her pocket, glinting in the waning sunlight.
Only one of the warehouse occupants moved to help her and surprisingly it was Saito. The manicured businessman took half of the load, chuckling when he was rewarded with a brilliant smile. It wasn't shocking when he escorted the sweet little architect out of the building once more, her voice drifting to the remaining team members, making them simultaneously smirk and cringe.
"This is really nice and all Mr. Saito, but I've never had any waxing done - it seems like a very painful way of removing hair…"
The car ride was pleasant enough, in Ari's mind, filled with idle chatter and questions about the city for the grand majority of it. Paris rolled outside the window in a comforting display of lights, a mixture of humble beauty and grandiose imaginings put to stone. The entire situation so comforted her that she forgot Saito had insisted he was going to take her to the spa - put from her mind the unsettling prospect of being waxed - anywhere other than her eyebrows.
Saito knew the architect had pt their impending adventure from her mind for the sake of mental security, and it made him smile. The girl had no idea what she was in for the next few days and that he'd gotten to her first made the soon to be tycoon grin and leer. He ushered her inside India & Spa, laughing softly as she took in the building and then the internal decoration. Waving over a smiling receptionist Saito spoke in hushed tones while Ariadne busied herself with scrutinizing the mosaic tiles.
All too soon, in Ari's opinion, she and the Japanese man were ushered into a back room. It seemed harmless enough, tiled like the rest of the rooms Ari had seen on the way back, a flat cushioned bed stood in the middle, a sheet of hygienic paper running down it like at a doctors office, a stool and some supplies. Fidgeting Ari casts a glance at Saito, her face draining of color as she watches him remove his sport coat and start to roll up his sleeves.
'Oh GOD! This is going to end up some terrible gynecologist-rape scene with me dead on the table strangled with a silk tie!'
"Calm down, Ariadne. I am not going to hurt you." Saito spoke in his foreign and calming cadence, causing Ari to jump and blush at her inner dramatics.
"Now, you need to disrobe so we can get this part of the outing done with and move on to the next."
Curious and terrified -the table and Saito's eerie calmness were wigging her out- the lithe Architect did as she was told. Stripping down to her skivvies in mere seconds, the young woman stood fidgeting for a moment before dashing to the table and sitting on it. Bracing her hands on the edge, she hunched over, much like she would at the doctors when she didn't want to be there, her hair becoming a bouncy brown curtain over apprehensive orbs.
The older man did nothing to quell the apprehensive sparks that ran up and down the thin woman's frame, instead going about heating wax, lighting some lavender and vanilla scented candles, getting cloth strips- among other things. The entire time, Saito felt Ariadne's eyes on his back, watching fearfully, curiously studying the way he laid things out on a little table beside the stool. In a process that took about fifteen minutes, the room smelled sweet; the scent having a calming effect on the twenty-three year old , and the wax had melted sufficiently enough for Saito to sit on his stool, hands resting on his knees, dark eyes locking with the architects.
"I thought I told you to disrobe, Miss Architect."
Ariadne tilted her head slightly, eyes widening a fraction in confusing.
"But, I am-"
"Panties off."
"Saito that's going a bit far -" her protest was cut short when Saito scowled, moving forward and pushing her on her back. Stunned the little architect couldn't voice a protest when the business man's slightly callused hands all but tore her simple white panties from her. When the same hands grip her ankles however, the bouncy brunette finds her voice.
"Whoa, what the hell are you doing, Saito?" Ariadne cringed at how small and feeble she sounded to herself.
Saito didn't answer, instead tightening his hold on her ankles and pulling her forward until her ass rested at the edge of table. When he pulled her legs open, baring her most private of area's to his piercing eyes, Ariadne felt her eyes tear up. Biting her lip to hold in a noise of protest and sheer terror, Ariadne blinked before she locked her eyes on the ceiling and muttered silent prayers to whatever gods were listening, her ink and graphite stained fingers curling in on themselves to form fists resting on her stomach.
Shaking his head at the Ariadne's tense form, Saito began his task, marveling internally at how - even though she was terrified and did not want to be on that table, the architect stayed put. Watching her muscles tense and jump as he guided the applicator stick with wax over the beginning of her neatly trimmed mons was strangely fascinating. Her little fists unfurled at the warmth, but quickly turned into little vices when he pressed the cloth over the wax.
The first rip made Ari yelp out loud, hands flattening against her stomach before her nails dug in slightly. Saito surmised one pain would keep her mind away from analyzing the other - he couldn't have that. Reaching up he slapped at her hands until she removed them from her body as he stood, moving his stool and table to the actual end of the massage table. Seeing her eyes track his movement, wide like a doe's made the Japanese man smirk.
"You have a choice little architect. Move to the same position down the table or I shall do it for you."
The man was almost impressed with the woman's speed. Her limbs moved without grace, and she caught her foot on the table corner, but Ariadne did situate herself as he wanted without making him do it. Settling back down between her legs, Saito began his work anew, smirking every time he lulled her into security and tore it from her with each pull of the wax.
Ari was deep in thought between each application and removal of wax and hair, the little tiles of the ceiling her lifeline. This whole scenario was twisted. Had anyone told her a month ago that she would be taking a leave of absence from her graduate program to work on an illegal team to plant ideas in someone's head - she would have laughed like hell in their face and recommended they go to the University shrink. Even more twisted - the fact she was naked except for her flimsy excuse for a bra, in a spa, being waxed by one of the major energy company tycoons.
"Sweet mother of fucking Jesus Saito!" Ariadne swore when a particular strip did not come as easily as the others.
"Language Miss architect. Ladies do not swear."
'This is bazaar, worse than when Superman finds out there's a topsy-turvy wacked out world mirroring his own.' she mentally declared as Saito finished waxing her pubis bald and started in on her legs.
'No where in the job description did Cobb mention letting strange older men wax my legs or my pussy. I thought this was just some random good-will trip. "Lets take the newbie out for some R&R before her brain implodes." That I could have handled -'
The architect cut her inner monologue off with a very real and loud squeal when she felt fingers - cold, wet fingers- touching her skin, over her legs and cupping her mound. It was an invasion and that was bad. Before she registered herself moving, turning over- when the hell had Saito turned her over-;and then Ariadne was sitting up, her arm lashing out a Saito with the intent to slap the taste right out of his perverted mouth. The slap never connected however, because the man was nothing if not intuitive, his arm rising at just the right moment to thwart Ari's assault.
"If you didn't want the calming lotion you should have said something. Though it would be very uncomfortable later and we still have a few more stops on our agenda."
Ariadne just looked at the smug man - mind lingering on the last half of his speech. "A few more stops?"
Ok this is going to be huge. But, here you have it- the first installment of Saito's part in Ariadne's initiation.