1 comments/ 40114 views/ 3 favorites Anna's Adventure By: BrettJ Hi folks. Another new story in "Heather's World" as I have come to call these "Shared World" stories. For new readers, start with "An Empty House and A Full Pussy" and go from there. Enjoy! Heather Adamson got out of the cab, her legs shiny in the thigh-high stockings she was wearing, body sleek and sexy in the black slit skirt she was wearing. She handed the cabbie, who had been unable to take his eyes off her seductive form, a twenty. He handed her a 10 dollar bill – 5 more than he should have. She giggled and thought Oh well, 5 bucks for looking at my bod, it's worth it and walked into Le Papillon to meet up with Anna, her new friend from school. The two women did this once a month, got dressed up and met for dinner and drinks and good conversation – and on the first encounter, tumbled lewdly into Anna's bed. Finding she liked women a lot sexually had been a boon to Heather, although she found herself wondering if her world had gone crazy. Bryan was busy with his current ladyfriend – and bonus she chuckled. Aunt Alexus, Vickie with her new business, her chef friend Brandi – all were up to naughty, fun things that made Heather's head spin. The sassy redhead walked into the restaurant and Georges, the Maitré-D, smiled at her. "Miss Heather – you are gracing us with your lovely presence once again?" She smiled at him, he was a lecherous old Frenchman, but essentially harmless. She flashed her brightest smile at him and batted her eyelashes as well, her eyes sparkled. "Where else could I get such attentive service – and such wonderful food, you handsome man?" she flirted. "Is Miss Qin here?" "Oui – she is in your favorite table, awaiting you. Please, call upon me if you need - anything !" he said as he escorted her to the table, his arm and hand a smidge lower than they needed to be. Anna stood up when her dear friend and playmate approached the table. Dressed in a tight red cheongsam , she took Heather's breath away – as she did nearly every encounter. "Hello beautiful!" the stunning Asian purred in Heather's ear as she nibbled it discreetly. "Hungry?" "Famished!" Heather enthused, then whispered in Anna's ear " .... but not for food!" Heather adored her times with Anna. They could be open and sensual, enjoying the pleasures of good food, drink and wonderful sex. The perfect word for Anna was sensualist and she brought Heather into that world eagerly. "I could hear you coming – I've missed you baby!" Anna said as the sexy redhead slid into the booth beside her. "You look wonderful angel, scrumptious." "You could hear me coming?" "Stilettos on the tile!" Heather laughed at her girlfriend. Both the women had a thing for shoes, they even had a habit of keeping them on in bed. Anna's girlfriend Brooke had a shoe fetish and when she moved away, she'd gifted Anna with an entire closetfull. "Been behaving yourself?" Anna asked. "Hell, no!" Heather laughed as her girlfriend eyed her lasciviously. "You?" "Fuck, no!" Anna laughed. "Let's have some food and I'll tell you the entire, depraved story. It'll give you wet panties!" "Doubt it – I'm not wearing any!" Heather said as she lifted her skirt discreetly to confirm her statement. Anna beamed at the sexy little scamp. "Minx!" she said to Heather, who stuck out her tongue. The women had a lovely evening, having little nibbles, than a lovely meal of Crepes with Beef and Mushrooms in a rich sauce laden with Red Wine, chocolate croissants for dessert and a lovely bottle of Bordeaux. In between, furtive kisses and caresses were exchanged, hands roamed under the table discreetly and with tacit agreement. Heather's playmate was working her into a frenzy and she knew she'd be hornier than ever to fuck this evening. "Are you going to tell me what's been going on with you ... " Heather said through gritted teeth as she ran her hand up Anna's thigh " ... or are you going to sleep alone tonight?" As Heather's heated caresses never failed to set Anna on fire, she thought she'd better tell her lover what was new in her life. She instructed Heather to move in a little closer, because her tale was a bit lurid and she didn't wish to be overheard. Anna stumbled over her first few words, for if someone had asked Anna Qin about her last few months, she would have been hard-pressed to describe them. What does one say about parents who trade you away as a Sex Slave? Heather's eyes were wide with shock as Anna related her story. Anna's parents had done something most would consider unthinkable. In order to pay off her father's large gambling debts, they had offered her up one a Silver Platter as a Sex Slave. She was appalled – until she got her first look at Stan Michaels. He was certainly hard to ignore. Stan was tall, nearly 6'5" with dark black hair, slightly gray at the temples. Broad shouldered and intense looking, with dark eyes that seemed to take everything in and dismiss whatever he found trivial. No-nonsense – a man who meant what he said and did what he meant. Anna looked back at her father, who seemed small in her eyes at the moment. However appealing she found Stan – and he was certainly one of the most compelling men she'd ever seen – Anna was a modern, free-thinking individual. She wasn't about to let her father off the hook that easily. Anna loved her father dearly, but she didn't like weakness in people and seeing it in him was hard to take. She despised his gambling addiction and had told him so numerous times. Her mother had begged Mr, Qin to get the help he needed and now they would lose everything if Anna didn't capitulate. The pretty 25-year old looked at her father, then over at Stan. She looked at her mother, her eyes radiated fear and shame. Anna looked back in Stan's direction. "If I agree to do this, the debt is erased – completely?" Stan nodded. "One hundred percent!" he responded. "And you will agree to go to Gambler's Anonymous and get help?" she looked over at her father and mother – her mother glared angrily at her father, who nodded meekly. "All right – we have an deal!" she said, biting her bottom lip. She got a good feeling from Stan, despite the absurdity of it all, she knew somehow he wouldn't hurt her. She was sensible enough to get out if anything happened, she knew that. "So, tell me more – wow, this is really a hot story!" Heather enthused, feeling her nipples rubbing against her dress. Anna told Heather she figured the agreement wouldn't be TOO hard for her to take – she likely would've fucked Stan if she'd met him in a bar, he appealed to her in a lot of ways. He was looking her over with a predatory hunger, Anna told Heather. "Well, why not?" Heather said, sneaking a kiss from her girlfriend. Heather constantly reminded Anna that she was a spectacular beauty, tall at 5'9', slender with chestnut hair that hung nearly down to her butt. She had beautiful, perky breasts and legs to die for – Anna's mother often scolded her for wearing too-short skirts, but they'd been to her advantage and her legs had been one of the first things to catch Heather's eye. "Leave your things, we'll send for them later!" Stan told Anna in a commanding tone that left no room for argument. This was a man accustomed to having his commands followed to the letter , Anna knew. He escorted her to a waiting BMW, allowed her to get in and motioned for his driver to leave. "Why me?" she asked him, her curiosity ablaze. He was obviously well-to-do and not without charm, so where had he gotten the whim to possess her? Anna wanted to know, the oddity of it appealed to her quite a bit – it also made her horny beyond belief. Stan turned to her and answered tersely "You shouldn't ask so many questions, but I will answer a few – for now. Your father showed your picture one night while at my tables, I thought you were exotic, sensual, very lovely. I vowed if I could find a way to make you mine, I would take it. With your father's weakness for cards, an opportunity presented itself – so!" Anna nodded as Stan went on. "You will be treated well, but you will be taught to understand your place. You are my property. You will fuck no other man – although if you wish to indulge with a woman, that will be all right. You must do whatever I ask, in turn, you will be well-cared for and fed. There is lingerie awaiting you in your room, in the correct sizes, from information your parents provided. Put it on and join me in the parlor." he said as the pulled up to a home that was almost as large as the block on which Anna lived. Anna was a bit apprehensive, but sexual heat and curiosity outweighed that. When she entered the sprawling mansion, a pretty blonde maid escorted her upstairs to the room she was to occupy. It was beautiful and sunny, with a sprawling bed and a lovely view. The maid pointed out the lingerie and helped Anna put on a black teddy and high stiletto heels with glimmering silver tips. Anna made her way downstairs to find Stan seated in a brown leather chair, smiling at her. "You are more exotic, sensual and exquisite than I had hoped for." Anna bowed her head, pleased at his words. She felt a great desire to please him, at this moment, Anna wanted nothing more than Stan's approval. "Undress me. Now." It was a command, not a request. Anna did just that, fingers flying nimbly. When he was naked, she looked up at him with her rich brown eyes. "Suck my cock – slowly. Do not rush, do not bite. Savor me and I will savor you in turn!" Anna took his cock in her mouth eagerly and rapture overtook her. She loved his thick, meaty cock, she had no intention of rushing. Feeling Stan grow in her mouth was a devilishly delicious feeling, the slight surge of his manhood and her own lusty urges rising. She knew her pussy was drenched, when he'd had enough, he pulled her away by the hair – gently, but firmly – and told her to lie on the nearby couch and spread her legs. Anna's descriptions were so vivid, Heather could see almost every bit of the erotic tableau. She was so turned on, Anna's eyes were closed as she related the lurid tale to her dear friend. Heather was sure Anna was playing with herself under the table – just as Heather herself was! No one – none of her previous female lovers or boyfriends, not even the über-talented Heather – had eaten Anna's pussy with the talent that Stan possessed. She was on fire with lust, his tongue whipped across the splayed pussylips and his fingers twiddled her clit while he ate cunt. Anna was oddly silent as her new master ate her out, as if words were inadequate. But when Stan put his cock in her pussy, she went over the moon, screaming "Fuck me Stan, take me, make me yours!" He grinned – briefly – and fucked her with smooth, talented precision. "Shave your pussy tomorrow!" he commanded as he fucked her deeply. "I will give you money to buy some appropriate clothing, you will dress as I wish. I wish you to look wanton and desirable at all times, this will please me greatly. One last thing – you are to call me 'Master' at all times, unless you are otherwise given permission!" "Yes – Master!" Anna said in breathy gasps. "Oh God, oh fucking God Master, please, please don't stop fucking me!" Heather couldn't believe this was the same Anna she knew so intimately. "He was that good?" she asked. Anna just nodded and went on with her story, Heather was listening with rapt pleasure, her own horniness mounting with every passing second. Their routine went like that for the next several weeks. Anna changed her style of dress, she discovered Stan was partial to seeing her either in tight leather minis or shorts, or in the skimpiest, sexiest little teddies or camis. He went off to work, Anna stayed at home most days, venturing out only to eat – and fuck – with Heather. Heather was insatiable when she saw Anna's new clothing and sexy, newly shaved cunt, as she recalled while Anna was relating the story. Now she knew the reason for the change. Anna was always careful to be home when Stan was done work [ unless he was away on business ] for he would literally pick her up, carry her to the bedroom and fuck her until she was weak with exhaustion. Their nights were spent in sexual euphoria, weekends were almost non-stop fucking and kink, Anna was turning into a true fuckslut – but she was loving every second of it. Heather was envious, although her own sex life was far from lacking, she knew. One night, Anna and Stan watched television, a rarity. Anna wore a black satin corset, matching thong and black, silver-tipped stilettos. Stan, clad in just a robe, said out of the blue "I want to fuck your ass." She whirled around, aghast. "Oh no – I've never done that before – and I don't think I want to!" Stan's face grew grim. "I wasn't really giving you a choice in the matter, now was I?" She shook her head and Stan continued. "There's a first time for everything – and you are my property right now, do you remember? Anna – have we done anything that hurt you, even once?" She shook her head. They had indulged in some light bondage, but he had not whipped her, just restrained her and tortured her exquisitely by eating her and teasing her with a feather until she shook with orgasm. Truth be told, in many ways, she'd had more freedom with Stan than living with her parents. The sex was indescribable, full of kink – Stan loved leather and lingerie and indulged her own naughty whims on occasion. There was even some romance, he often complimented her beauty and sweet nature. "All right – Master – but please, go slow." Heather could hear the tone in Anna's voice as she related the story, she'd obviously been terrified. Heather herself indulged in anal once in a while, Bryan liked to mix it up every so often – but it was far from her favorite. Stan gave Anna a subtle smile and guided her upstairs to the bedroom. He instructed her to undress slowly as he wished to savor her beauty. Pleased, she spun and whirled and displayed her charms until he beckoned her to the bed. Stan ate her pussy until she was out of her mind, he feasted with more ferocity than ever before, then he did the lewd and dirty deed of rimming her gorgeous, golden ass until she was squirming and panting and would've done anything he asked, so alive with passion was she. He lubed up his cock and slid into her asshole – slowly. "Oh fuck – it HURTS – please Master, no more!" she whimpered. "SILENCE – you will take it, here is more!" Stan snarled as he eased another inch of his dick into her tight hole. It still hurt, but a bit less – then more – less pain and an evil feeling came over her as she began to move back against the invading cudgel. "You like it, don't you my little Fuckslave?" Stan said through gritted teeth. "It's turning you on, feeling my cock in your slutty ass, isn't it?" He was moving faster, he was pounding her ass harder, she was moving back against his rampaging cock. She could feel his massive cock in her sphincter walls, it ached – but it was an incredible, nasty, wonderful pain. Anna yearned for more of her Master's cock! "Yes Master, fuck me, fill my shute, pack my ass full of dick!" Anna growled as her lover took her last piece of virginity. It felt wonderful and sinful and was the final kink for her, she loved it all and wanted more! "Fuck, that's good !" Anna yelped as she took all of her lover's cock within her depths. She could feel Stan spurting, filling her ass with cum – oh, how perverse, she thought – and her own climax was not long in cumming. "Right again, wasn't I?" Stan smiled as she collapsed against him. She nodded. The year of sexual servitude wasn't going to be over for quite a few more months – but Anna wasn't ready for their little "arrangement" to end any time soon. Sex had never been better now that she had surrendered herself to any and all options. Heather's heart was palpitating as she and Anna exited the restaurant. She couldn't wait to get into Anna's bed and go into a heated sixty-nine. She was also ecstatic that she'd brought her favorite dildo with her – she was determined to fuck Anna's ass as hard as she could, than let Anna do her in return. Anna's total perversity had inspired her. Heather saw an evil grin cross Anna's sensual features and she had to know what was on the girl's mind. Anna patted Heather's round, delectable ass as they waited for their cab to arrive. "I was just thinking of bringing another little fucktoy home for my Master next week – it's his birthday! Wanna be his present, lover?" Heather's face lit up as she said "Oooh baby, you bet! I know just the baker to make a very special cake for him – and wait'll he blows out the candles!" Anna's Adventure Anna looked in the mirror and tried to channel the girls she'd seen in her brother's photographs. Since photography had taken off, her brother had gone around London, snapping photos of everything from noblemen to prostitutes, and she'd seen them all when he'd come to visit a month ago. She remembered what had struck her most; the look of the burlesque actresses he'd seen while at a show. They had this air of sexiness that was very different from what the prostitutes portrayed. At that moment, she'd realized what her life was missing. Her Victorian life was becoming dull, always at home, cooped up like a caged animal. There were hardly ever any visitors, other than the suitors her mother paraded through there. Anna paid little attention to them because they were all the same. They were all inheriting land, had lots of money, and were boring and not handsome at all. She craved a different sort of life than what her family expected of her. That's why she was standing there in front of the mirror, getting ready to audition for a local burlesque production. She'd spent every day since she heard about the auditions cutting up her old clothes and linens and creating the most burlesque like outfit she could. This was going to be her chance to take control of her future and her body. The women of London were so empowered and beautiful, and that's what she'd learn to be as well. Anna had worked hard to pull the day off. She was changing at her aunt's house in London, but she'd had to write a letter pretending to be her aunt in order to be allowed to go. Of course, her aunt and uncle were away in Paris. She had gone to great lengths to be sure that it seemed to her parents that the trip had been cancelled. Anna took a deep breath and gave her curls one more scrunch. She felt like a totally different person, her skin showing and her blonde hair all piled on top of her head. No one would even be able to recognize her now. She grabbed her bag and climbed into the carriage that was awaiting her outside. She wasn't quite ready to walk around London with bare legs like a harlot or something, and the pub that was holding the auditions was across town. Anna found herself getting more and more excited as the ride went on. This burlesque show was supposed to be by this new up-and-coming playwright who decided to try his hand at burlesque. His name was Arthur O'Malley, and from what she'd heard all the women fell all over him the minute they laid eyes on him. He was being hailed as the next Shakespeare. If there were ever a man worth marrying, it would be a man like Arthur. As the carriage pulled up to the pub, Anna peeked her head out to see that there was a group of woman laughing and joking outside with some gentlemen. A closer glance made it obvious that the men were married; their rings still around their fingers. These women had a confidence like she'd never seen, laughing and talking with the men, daring to flirt with bare legs and arms and even plant a hand on the mens' shoulders every once and awhile. It was something she'd have to get used to seeing if she wanted to be a part of this world. Though, she was not at all ready to be this way with a committed man. It still felt wrong. Unsure of how to act, she smiled at the women on her way into the pub before she started choking on the cigar smoke that filled the whole place. There were men everywhere, smoking and drinking; probably talking about women or their next business scheme. All around, though, Anna could see the other women there to audition. Many had come together, in groups, and there were a few that were flirting with the men in the pub. All the women were sensual with bright clothing. None of them looked they like were trying to hard; it all came naturally. How was she going to convince Arthur she could be like that too? A man that worked at the bar approached her. He looked permanently cross, wrinkles set in a downward pose above his eyebrows. "If you're here for the auditions, you need to go sign in with Pete at the back and get in line. Mr. O'Malley has the VIP room." Anna smiled awkwardly and followed his directions. She resisted the urge to clamp her nose with her fingertips. That man had smelled like a sewer. As she walked over to the man she assumed was Pete, she paid close attention to her walk. She stood up straight and confident, pulling from her years at school when Madame Blanche taught them how to walk with a book on their head. She tried to stick her chest out a little and tried to make her walk sultry. It was difficult with the heels she was wearing, but she saw a few men glimpse at her. She must be doing something right. She wrote her name on the paper in front of the man that was sitting at the back of the pub. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for him to say something. It looked like he was sizing her up. Then, he just nodded and pointed to the line of girls that was waiting outside the VIP room. It looked like there were about six or seven in front of her. Three of them were the girls she had seen coming in. They were still chatting among themselves. She could make out a little, but she tried not to be too nosy. They were obviously talking about the men they had met outside. The line was moving more quickly than she expected. She saw disappointed faces coming out of the audition. Even the three girls in front of her got turned away within minutes. If girls like them couldn't get the part, could she? It was her turn, and she was starting to feel clammy. She couldn't let her nerves show. As she walked into the room, she got a good look at the three men in the room. Two of them were older, grey hairs be-speckling their chins. She assumed the young man in the middle was Arthur O'Malley. He had hair the color of a sunset, and a thin but strong physique. His smile was mischievous, and his hands were that of a writer; calloused and worn but oh so handsome. She boldly looked him in the eye, and Anna could feel herself blush as his eyes met hers. She got the feeling that his grin was aimed at her. "Miss Anna, is it?" Anna could detect some Irish in his accent. She nodded in response, and kept her chin high. "I am not so sure you belong here, Miss Anna." He kept putting an emphasis on the word Miss that confused her. "You see, I turned the last few girls away because they were hitting on every man in here. I am looking for actresses, not harlots. But, burlesque is a sensual joke. You, Anna, do not look like a joke. In fact, I believe you're the only one I saw arrive in a carriage. That must mean you are wealthy and at the age to be finding a husband. You should not be wasting yourself here. You are proud. Look at the way you stand up straight and fear the immorality around you." Anna was going to ask how he knew she'd arrived in a carriage when she recognized the man sitting to his right as one of the men that had been flirting with the women out front. He must've seen her come in. "I may be a woman of privilege, sir, but I can be sensual. I look at all these girls and see something that I want. I am tired of my confined life. I want to be sexy and confident." There was that smile again. Anna didn't know what to make of this Arthur character. He turned to the other two and gave them a signal that made them exit the room. Now alone in the room with Arthur, Anna felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as Arthur moved towards her. His hands were behind his back, but he started moving in circles around her. She could feel her skin getting hot. She knew that as close as he was, he would notice. Then, he suddenly stopped behind her. She felt his hand creeping up her back, making her spine tingle, and then he rested his hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure how to react, but her breathing was getting heavier. With one swift movement, he spun her around so that their faces were practically touching, and they were breathing in and out each other's oxygen. "You are beautiful, and confident, and I bet you can be sensual, but burlesque in not the place for you. You are made for something much better. You should be a real actress; my leading lady." Everyone was obviously right about Arthur's charm. Anna felt like she was going to melt right there. His lips brushed against hers, and it felt more real than any suitor that had ever come to her home trying to convince her to marry them. She went with her instincts and wrapped her hands around his neck, tracking the hairs on the back of his neck down into his collar. She felt him shiver a bit and took it as a sign that she was doing something right. Arthur picked her up and set her on the small table he had been sitting behind before. He began running his hands up and down her bare legs, making her feel scandalous as her body felt like it was on fire. All this time she had been missing out, stuck in her stuffy rich Victorian life. She was going to let herself go and feel whatever came next. Anna surrendered as Arthur ripped off her pantaloons along with everything underneath, leaving her center bare to him. She fought the urge to cover herself up as he spread her legs wide and admired the soft skin there. No one but her mother had ever seen her like this. It was a thrill, to have herself exposed to Arthur. She could feel sensations she never had before. This must be why men were so willing to pay for sex. She watched Arthur as he unbuttoned his pants, revealing himself to her. She had never seen anything like it. His shaft curved slightly upward, and the blood flow had it pulsing. She couldn't wait to find out what it felt like. She looked at him slyly, pushing one hand out to keep him at an arm's length, as she removed the rest of her clothing. Her breasts were now on display, and she could feel the cold chill of the pub making her nipples harden. Arthur could barely control himself, and she was amazed that her body had that effect on him. Arthur was a man of the world, not just some Victorian land owner who looked at her as property. She had never known for sure if she was a beautiful girl, but now she was sure she must be. Anna moved her hand down Arthur's shirt until her hand brushed the pale, soft skin of his shaft. It reminded her of a baby's skin almost because of how soft it was. Arthur closed his eyes as she let her hands explore every inch of his cock, causing it to grow even more in her hands. He finally decided he had let her play long enough, and he was ready for the real thing. He took her hands and put them back down on the table as he carefully laid her back her legs splayed in the air. He grabbed onto her legs and wrapped them around his back. She could feel his hard member sitting just at the opening of her center which was now wet and ready for him. Anna had always wondered how this day would go. She had heard so many things like that it was painful or it was like eating chocolate. She was finally about to find out. Anna could feel Arthur plunge in, and she screamed. He bent over her at an angle and placed his hands on her breasts, massaging them. It was a good thing the pub had gotten pretty loud or someone might have walked in on them when she screamed. She knew she must be bleeding some, and she had felt herself break. She was no longer the prim, proper, virginal Anna. She was becoming the sensual confident girl she wanted to be. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, allowing herself to relax. The initial pain was wearing off, and she could feel his shaft expanding her and penetrating her deeper. As he broke her in, she could feel her insides getting warm. It was a feeling like a rush; an out of body experience even. She looked up at Arthur, who was thrusting harder and deeper now, and watched him as she traced his lips with her fingertips. He surprised her by opening his mouth and putting her finger in it. He started rolling it around with his tongue before sucking on it. She never thought something so simple could feel so amazing, but it drove her over the edge. Anna tightened the grip of her legs around his hips, and started assisting him in thrusting; making him hit her center hard. Arthur began grunting with every thrust as she used her hips to rock with his, the both of them making a perfect rhythm. Then, it began like a tingle, and then a burn. It was the most ecstasy she'd ever known. Her body began to shake, making the thrusting uneven and choppy. It didn't matter. She could see that Arthur was smiling; feeling how close she was to climax. She shivered all over, clinging onto Arthur to steady herself. Everything was going weak and the sensation inside of her was growing. Then, she felt it, and she shook as her center pulsed all around his shaft. As he continued to thrust, the pleasure became almost unbearable, and he kissed her passionately. Anna could feel his member begin to pulse inside of her letting hot liquid fill her up. It was like a blanket enveloping her cold body, and Arthur collapsed on top of her bare chest, shaking a bit himself. She wrapped her arms around him, thinking about what had just happened. She had come to win a part in a burlesque show to prove her sexuality, and instead she'd become a woman with a handsome young writer. Now, she understood what Arthur had been trying to tell her. Burlesque wasn't what she was looking for. She was looking for life and adventure beyond the walls that confined her in her parent's mansion. She wanted to be her own person. Arthur O'Malley had given her that. As she put back on the clothes she had sewn especially for the audition, she felt a little silly. She wished she'd met him in one of her best dresses, but it didn't seem to bother him as he pulled her in for another kiss before he buttoned back up. Anna wondered if she'd ever see him again or if she'd become his muse. Then, maybe she could excuse herself from marrying for a little longer. She watched him as he called the other two men back into the room, making her feel a little self conscious. She was sure they must know what had gone on in there. They both looked a little tipsy, though, so they probably wouldn't even remember her. As Anna walked out of the room, she said a mental goodbye. She wasn't right for the show, and she wasn't sure where that left her in Arthur's life. But as she was approaching her carriage, Arthur caught her by the arm, having followed her out. "Anna," he whispered "I want you to be my assistant. Meet me at the Albert Hotel this time next week. Then, I can groom you to be the star in my next play." She looked over her shoulder and caught one last peck on the cheek. It made her smile, knowing he wanted to see her again. She looked at him from under her eyelashes and pouted her lip at him. It seemed to come so natural now that he had taught her how to let go and relax. She practically had him drooling for more. That's the way she left him standing there, in front of the pub, as she rode off in her carriage and back to her shut in, privileged life. Even if she never found a way to get to him again, she'd always have that one night that she got to forget about her boring life to remember forever. Anna found she couldn't keep the smile off her face as the carriage made its way back to her uncle's estate. She found herself almost craving her modest dress and shoes with no heels. She realized that she didn't need to dress like a burlesque girl or as anything other then herself. She learned that men would stop and pay attention to her for the women that she already was.