Long Lost - part 2

“Hello Mr Deakins, please take a seat. You told me on the phone you have found my niece, I am eager to have all the details.” Olivia smiled at the detective, who tried to squeeze his large frame into the small poolside chair, she was wearing a long white summer dress that allowed her to keep cool in the summer heat.

The detective put an envelope on the table.

“She answered every question I could think of, and I was able to produce several witnesses from the home who could identify her, so I am 100 percent certain that she is your niece.”

“What can you tell me about her?”

“When she was in the bathroom, I had a quick look around the apartment, she has very little clothes, struggles to pay bills, and recently broke up from a very violent boyfriend, but he’s the brother of the girl she shares an apartment with, so whilst she puts on a smile, I think she is in a vulnerable position.”

“Well, I will help her with all of that, I need to meet her.” Mrs Holden was all business now.

“She wanted 24 hours to think it over, when I told her you were wealthy, she said she needed time to buy a nice outfit, so she didn’t embarrass you wherever you met.”

“Oh, the poor dear I need to meet her right away.”

“I have a photo of her if you wanted to see it?” he had been instructed in how to let his client draw the information out.

“Yes, I would thank you.”

Deakins took the photograph out of the envelope and handed it to her.

It showed Emily wearing a brown silk dress cut low to show the swell of her breasts and a side split that ran to her hip displaying a deliciously slim leg.

“I think this was in a beauty competition, she came second.”

“You took this without her consent?” Olivia looked at him as if he had suddenly become a bug.

Act sleazy.  “I thought I would hold onto this, I think she could have a career as an exotic dancer.”

As Emily had predicted this brought out Olivia’s protective maternal side.

“No i will keep this, I think we are done, do you have a contact number? I need to speak to her immediately.”

“She did ask for 24 hours, but maybe an extra 100 dollars.” He left the remark unfinished as he had been instructed too. Allow yourself to be bought.

“I will see you get it, the number and the photo please.” She held out her hand “and that will conclude our business Mr Deakins, we have no need for any further contact.”

Act sleazy. “Is there any chance I can have a copy of that photo?” put on a leer as if you are looking at a sex magazine.

“Goodbye Mr Deakins.” Olivia signaled for the maid.

“Please show Mr Deakins out and replace my Mimosa.” She flapped her hand in the direction of the empty glass.

With the detective gone, Olivia picked up her phone off the table and typed in the number she had been supplied.

“Hello.” A gentle voice replied, Emily smiling at the charade.

“Hello Mia, this is Olivia your aunt, I know that you asked for time to think but I really can’t stand by knowing you are suffering when I could be helping you. I know you don’t like charity or help but please will you meet me for coffee so that I can talk to you?”

“I am curious about family that I never knew existed but the thought of meeting you all in one go is so intimidating it scares me.”

“What if it was just me to start, could you meet with me.”

“I think I could, in fact I would like that, I don’t want you to see my house it’s a bit run down and yours will look like a palace, I’m sure. What about a friend’s house? I’m in the middle of painting it for her so would be fine for a meet.” Emily stood in front of a full length mirror, running her hand through her hair, as she calculated how needy she should look for her future lover.

“I was thinking of a restaurant, and lunch, that is my normal routine.”

“Yes, I understand, it’s just I’m not used to that routine. I would feel so nervous, maybe we should arrange another time I was going shopping at the weekend.” Emily reasoned that Olivia would not want the opportunity to disappear and waited for her to bite the hook.

Olivia pursed her lips she was used to being in control and was going to have to cede to the request.

“This will give us peace and quiet which is important.” Emily said gently trying her hardest to sound like placid and virginal, a girl in need of rescuing.

“Yes, that will be fine give me the address, one second, Consuela a pen please.” the warmth in her voice told Emily she bought the story she had patiently crafted.

Emily gave her the details and hung up then dialed a different number.

“Hello Carol.”

“Hi Emily, how are you?” the friendly voice asked down the phone.

“Are you alone.”

“Yes, why Emily what’s wrong, have you got some exciting news to tell me, you have got yourself a boyfriend at last haven’t you?”

“Pink butterflies in winter.”

There was silence the other side.

“You told me you were painting your house this week?”

“Yes.” The reply sounded almost robotic.

“Good leave out a tin of paint, take the lid off and dip a brush in and paint a small bit of wall, then leave out a t-shirt and shorts. When I say goodbye, I want you to count to 50 then leave the house unlocked, get in your car and go shopping for the next 4 hours, then come home and continue your life, you won’t remember us chatting, you will just think you were fed up painting. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Goodbye.”

Emily entered the house a short while later and quickly changed into the t-shirt and shorts and then dabbed the brush against her thigh to give the illusion of working, then she went to the window and waited for Olivia to pull up in her sports car, get out and approach the house.

She tied a band around her hair, with the splotches of paint it gave her an innocent girl next door look, which she hoped would lower her victim’s defenses. She went to answer the door.

“Hello Mia.” The two brunettes looked at each other a reserve at first.

“Hello aunt Olivia.” Emily looked at the floor shyly and then threw her arms out to hug the woman.

Olivia made a grimace at the thought of paint on her clothes but then shrugged and hugged back.

Emily hugged tight rubbing her small breasts into Olivia, knowing she would be too polite to mention it, her bare leg also taking the moment to push gently against the dress between her legs.

“I am sorry I never reached out when your mother, my sister was still alive, I will always regret it.” Olivia started to feel emotional.

“Oh, auntie its fine, I’m so glad I found you, I have been so happy to know I have family, but I understand you all live busy lives. Even if this is the only time we ever meet it has made me so happy.” Emily knew Olivia would counter with an invitation.

“Why dear you will come and stay with us, I won’t hear a word in protest.”

Emily rewarded the comment with a fresh hug, breasts rubbing against breasts her hands sliding down Olivia’s back in the pretense of the hug.

“Oh, thank you I was just making a coffee I will be right back.” Leaving Olivia to gaze fondly at her, a warm loving smile on her lips.

Moments later she brought out the drinks and handed Olivia the drugged one.

“So, what made you want to track me down after all these years?”

Emily didn’t care what was said only that her victim talked and drank.

“I was separated from my sister when I was very young and I think I spent a lot of time thinking she was  a dream, but I kept having dreams and under analysis it was revealed I did indeed have a sister,

So, I have immediately rushed to find out what I could and here we are.”

Her words had started to slur but she hadn’t noticed yet.

“Oh, so you have only just started searching for me, that is so lucky.”

“Yes, I wanted to find you bef…” her words finally stopped, and she stared straight ahead.

Emily reached forward and took the cup from her hand and went to the kitchen to wash them out.

She came back into the room where Olivia still sat staring ahead.

“It feels scary I am told, almost as if you have had some stroke but don’t worry your just frozen, you’re desperately trying to work out what happened and feeling fear at the things I know and tell you, but don’t worry in a very short time this will all be a forgotten dream.”

Emily stood before her and removed her t-shirt and shorts, then undid her bra and slid down her panties.

“You are so beautiful Olivia, and I bet you have never had another woman’s lips on yours.”

She leant forward and kissed her.

“Another woman’s hands caress you.”

She slid her hand over the white dress feeling the breast underneath and caressing it until she felt the nipple harden.

Emily took out the pendant from the discarded shorts and dangled it in front of the immobile woman. It was gold in color with engravings that appeared to form no logical design, small strokes and curves that caught the briefest of light and reflected it in a golden haze.

“You and your daughter are going to be my lesbian lovers, you are going to willingly help me in seducing her and you will crave my pussy like an addict, oh no time for tears.” as a single tear slowly fell, “soon you will be fucking me in your bed while your husband is out, sneaking around, desperate to spend time with me, to pleasure me.” She stuck her tongue out and licked the tear away.

“Watch the light and let me tell you all about your new life.” The pendant started to slowly rotate.

“I can’t convert your mind in one sitting, but I can place the foundations that we can build on.

The light consumes your thoughts, you find it hard to put thoughts together, it is easier to watch the light, see the pattern, lock onto the pattern and let it bring you peace, listen to my words, as my thoughts become your thoughts.” The pendant spun faster.

“You think me vulnerable in need of protection and love.”

“You have so many lost years of love to lavish on me.”

“Every moment you get you want to hold me to make me feel loved in the tightest, most loving hugs,

to cuddle me with the most loving caresses as you kiss me and tell me how safe I am with you.

You notice the paint on me and feel the urge to wash it off in the shower, joining me to wash the paint off yourself too. All these thoughts are your thoughts.”

Now the pendant was moving to fast to see the detail.

“You like these thoughts and want more, so to help you every time I say, ‘pink butterflies in winter’ you will relax back to this state and allow me to help your thoughts.”

The hypnotized woman stared at the pendant that was starting to slow. Emily used her other hand to reach down to pick up her panties holding them to the woman’s face.

“Let the light relax you. You feel completely at ease with my voice, my scent.”

She leant forward and pressed the panties against her mouth. “My taste.” As she kissed her hard using her tongue to push the panties against the woman’s tongue.

Emily pulled away and took the panties out of her victim’s mouth. “I want you to count to 30 when I tap your shoulder, and then wake, remembering nothing but coming here to rescue me and all the new thoughts you suddenly think.”

Emily redressed into the paint clothes and tapped the hypnotized woman on the shoulder, turned and walked in to the kitchen, pretending to wash the cups, when she returned Olivia was standing smiling at her.

“I won’t hear of you going back to that unsafe place, you are coming to live with me, with us.”

“Oh aunt Olivia this is like a dream come true are you sure?”

She walked towards her allowing Olivia to embrace her and hold her.

“I have never been more certain.” As she slid her hand down Emily’s back briefly cupping her arse before squeezing her tight and leaning her head forward to kiss her gently on the lips.

Emily kissed back harder.

“I will need to pick up my belongings on the way”, she ran her hands down Olivia’s back grabbed her arse and pulled her towards her. “I feel we have catching up to do.”

Olivia kissed her again, squeezing her tight.

“We do, now we need to get your things, but first upstairs young woman, I need to wash that paint off.”