Letter From Mr. Smith: Red Shoes - Part 2

By Alex Palange

“Letter from Mr. Smith - The Red Shoes” is a steamy book filled with romance but it is not a traditional love story. The book is about passion, temptation, and one woman's sexual awakening. She was a dreamer with a boring everyday routine and no luck in her relationships, until the day she accidentally receives a “dirty” letter from Mr. Smith. She agrees to attend a mysterious party at his residence, her unearthly adventure begins. That party introduced her to a life style that she didn’t even imagine that can exist.
The next morning after that party she accepted an invitation for a relaxation massage. For her surprise at that spa club, she find out who was her incredible mysterious lover, but she also met a very handsome guy... and she found herself in the middle of love triangle.
After she received another dirty latter from Mr. Smith and she found out that both her lovers are connected somehow to Mr. Smith, she accept an invitation to attend another party , but this time she decided to enjoy herself and play erotic games with her lovers..., but noting went according her plans as her erotic adventure continue

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Palange
• Release date: May 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463834121

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LETTER FROM MR. SMITH- Part 2

LETTER FROM MR. SMITH

Part 2

Special thank you note:

Many thanks to photographer Jeff Mood and the model Maria Katsari for the chance to use this beautiful and sexy photograph for the Letter from Mr. Smith – Part II cover page.

It was a pleasure to have you both on the team.

Model: Maria Katsari

Photographer: Jeff Mood (www.jeffmoodphotography.com)

Facebook: Jeff Mood Photography

LETTER FROM

MR. SMITH

PART 2

ALEX PALANGE

H.E. Olsoe – Editor

Lulu.com

October 2017

Copyright © 2016 by Alex Palange. All rights reserved.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, with the exception of the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual

Author website:

http://thesensualgamespar.wix.com/alex-p

Chapter 1: Sensual massage

… The spa was on the first floor of a very tall building in the city’s center. There were huge windows that went all the way to the ground but blinds and curtains hid what was going on inside from the eyes of the people who happened by.

I parked the car and walked into the spa. When I opened the door, I found myself in a spacious room with modern upholstered furniture. A small desk with a sign reception stood at the other end of the room A beautiful young girl was sitting behind the desk and typing away on her computer but when she saw me, she smiled immediately and waved to me.

When I approached her, she said with a big smile on her face:

Welcome to ‘Voyage’ Smith’s Spa and gym, I have not seen you until now. I guess you're a new customer.

I was horrified initially.

Smith’s Spa? I hadn’t payed attention to the name until now. I hesitated for a few seconds, but after I considered that I was only here for a massage and I was invited by Mr. Simith not by Mr. Smith, I said:

Yes, I am a new customer… Um … I do not really know if I'm a customer yet. I received an invitation for a free massage here and to have a chance to look and decide if I want to be a client…

I pulled the invitation out of my bag .

I'm sure that after few minutes in our spa you will decide to become our client, the girl said as she continued smiling. Then she took the invitation from my hand, looked at it and continued:

Wow, Your invitation is special, please wait here and one of my colleagues will accompany you for a tour around the spa and will show you the massage rooms.

Special? That word reverberated in my head. I do not want anything special, I just want a massage. I thought to myself before speaking aloud in an audibly concerned and hesitant voice:

Special… What do you mean?

The girl looked at me and replied cheerfully:

I meant that your invitation is from the owner of our club and that's why you deserve a VIP service for your visit.

I calmed down a bit, but at the same time I was very confused. Lots of thoughts began to pass through my head, as I watched the girl walk through a half-open door at the opposite end of the room.

Mr. Smith is the owner of this place - that surprised me I thought that Mr. Smith has nothing to do with this place, also the girl called this place club... What if…? That place is not a spa, but is a sex club like the party in his house. I came here right away … the next day… after I had sex with both Mr. and Mrs. Smith, what would they think of me?

I looked around timidly. This place looked like a spa, not a sex club. I tried to think positively, but the only thought that went through my head before the girl came back into the room was:

Most likely they will think that I am an abnormal nymphomaniac who loves kinky things. Whatever they think about me may not be a lie, because I really enjoyed everything I experienced last night .... Ooh,, I cannot stop thinking about sex? Exactly half an hour ago I promised myself that I would never go to such a party again or meet Mr. Smith ...

My thought was interrupted because the beautiful girl came back into the room, followed by another one caring a soft towel in her hands.

The second girl approached me with a large smile and said:

Welcome to our club miss G. Please wait few more seconds I need to call your masseuse to prepare the table for you.

As she talked to him on the phone, I walked to the large glass door on the left side of the room. Through the glass I could see treadmills and other gym equipment. I analyzed the room for any hint that there was anything strange or kinky going on. I wanted to be absolutely sure that I was not about to walk into another compromising situation. Before I reached the door I heard the girl's voice behind me:

This is the gym for the standard customers, you have a VIP pass, so please follow me.

I turned and saw that she was standing on the opposite side of the room beside an elevator door. I crossed the room. All the while thoughts raced through my mind.

We going to the elevator... and if yesterday is any indication of what I can expect, she will probably take me to the basement and tie me to a bed, then she will call few young hot men who will rape me ... but what they do not know is that I will not even try to resist… The sensual and inappropriate touch would be welcomed.

I almost laughed at this thought as I walked into the elevator. The girl pushed the button for 21st floor, which was actually the highest floor of that building. As the elevator climbed,