I was fascinated and horrified and I could not stop looking at the mirror. Suddenly a hand delicately stroked my cheek and a voice spoke to me,

"What do you see in the mirror lover?"

I looked up to see Tamsin’s eyes of glacial blue smiling down at me more brightly that the morning star. I woke in a cold sweat and vaguely saw the dim light of dawn in the room. I heard a purr over the noise of my heavy breathing and looked down to see her serene face nestled in my shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt her arms tighten around me.

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"Creatrice? Mmm, sounds intriguing. What sort of club is it?"

"Well, it’s very different to what you might be used to."

"Ok, now I am intrigued. Why not, let’s go."

"Fine, but first we have some preparations to make."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it’s hard for me to explain over the phone. What time will you be home?"

"Umm, I can get away at half-five. How’s that?"

"Perfect. I’ll see you just after. Bye."

"Ok, bye."

I knew she had ended with her usual sly smile, though I could not see it on her face. It was obvious that I was in for another of Tamsin’s surprises. I left the office early. It was Friday and nothing much was happening so I crept out at 5:30 so as to avoid the obligatory trip to the pub. I sprinted home and tidied up also making a fresh pot of coffee in anticipation of her arrival.

At 5:55 the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood a girl who I didn’t recognize.
She had blood-red hair and her face was painted white. She had long, slender black brows and her eyes were rimmed with black – deep black, like those of an Egyptian princess. I had never seen this girl before.


She looked at me with a faint air of impertinence but I just stood there blocking the doorway and running my eyes down her body. She wore a metal studded leather collar, several necklaces of metal beads and a beautiful embroidered black leather bodice with elaborate lacing down both sides. Below that, a brief skirt of red tartan and netted stockings – discreetly torn in a couple of places. These led my eye to a pair of heavy black and incredibly shiny boots adorned with many chrome straps. Her arms were naked and as she raised a hand upon which shone a variety of bizarre rings, she took a theatrical step back from the doorway,

"Aren’t you going to let me in Josh, it’s cold out here."

Her luminescent eyes of Arctic blue had already given her away. Now they shone; dazzling me like the rare treasures that they were.

I stepped forward and gripped her by the lacing on the bodice and pulled her into the apartment. I quietly closed the door and turned to find her sitting on the edge of a chair – posed as if she were about to be photographed – avant garde.
I crossed my arms and stood there looking at her with my head to one side; as though she was a sculptural installation in a gallery. She struck up a few more poses for me; and each time her eyes penetrated my very soul, such was their intensity.

"What sort of club did you say this was that we’re going to?"

"I didn’t, but this get-up should give you some idea."

I walked around her slowly. I didn’t want to admit that I was finding this latest incarnation of hers a huge turn on. She looked at me again and smiled slyly; as always, she knew exactly what I was thinking. In her best Oxbridge accent she said,

"I get the distinct impression that you approve of my current apparel Mr. Mackay."

I smiled and nodded my head slowly; doing my best to look like a horny wide-eyed schoolboy. She smiled again demurely, then said quietly,

"Good, but we can’t go anywhere with you looking like that."

Before I could answer she strutted to the door, opened it and brought in a multi level metal toolbox. She must have left this by the side of the door because I didn’t see it earlier.

"Now, I’d like some coffee please."

"Oh, forgive me, where are my manners. Butterscotch?"


"Naturally my good man and please be quick about it."

I hurried into the kitchen in a state of growing anticipation. Tamsin was in charge tonight. I had brewed the butterscotch coffee that we both loved and brought it out on a tray with my best Wedgwood china. As I set the tray down on the coffee table, I could tell that she appreciated the trouble that I had gone to. She was English to the core and afternoon tea was a daily ritual for her.
We sipped our coffee quietly; enjoying the rich flavour. Watching her, I could tell by the subtle changes in her expression that she loved each sip. Tamsin often communicated with body language alone. In this as in so many other things, she was unlike any other woman I had ever known. Looking again at her stark white face, set with two sapphires of unsurpassable beauty, I felt a pleasant knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

She put her cup and saucer down on the tray and opened the tool box. Inside I saw a wide array of make-up articles.

"Now Joshua, please get a chair and make yourself comfortable."

I did as ordered. She started by removing my shirt and running gel through my hair. Next I shut my eyes as she applied white to my face. I imagined that I would soon look like a Japanese kabuki actor but I resisted asking to look in the mirror. She gave the white a few minutes to dry then with a black pencil, she outlined my eyes; I guessed, to match her own. The feel of her supple fingers rubbing paint onto my face and the texture of the makeup pencil were new sensations for me. I found it oddly soothing and more than a little sensual. At length I opened my eyes to see that she was satisfied with her work so far. Then she reached for a jar of red. I frowned when I saw her open this lurid shade,

"Trust me peach, you’ll fit right in at Creatrice."

"I trust you."

"Good."

She smeared the red on my top lip and down one side of my chin then she worked again on my eye lids using a dark shade of iridescent blue. When she had finished I reached into the box and found a cardboard template with what appeared to be a razor wire design cut into it. I wrapped the template around her upper arm.

"Hmm, I think this is just what you need."

"Ok, go for it. I’m glad to see you’re getting into the spirit."

I was a little surprised that she was now going to let me decorate her. She showed me what to do and soon a very effective design of black razor wire was wrapped neatly around her upper arm.

"Very good Joshua. I see you’re a born artist. Now you can paint my lips."

I held her head delicately in one hand and with a fine sable brush I applied a light shade of red to her upper lip. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her face before me was like a vision from a dream. Her breathing slowed so as not to interfere with my brushstrokes. When I had finished with the lighter shade of red I blew air onto her lips to dry the paint. This surprised her and she shivered ever so slightly. I then blew air across her eyes causing her lashes to flutter. Now I applied a darker shade of red, giving her lips the illusion of shade and making them look fuller. Once I had finished she opened those spectral blue eyes and I was at once ensnared by them. I drew away reluctantly to look at my work.

"On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new."

"Shakespeare?"

"Sonnet fifty-three."

"Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, wherethrough the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.
- Sonnet twenty-four"

She had outdone me once again. But there was such unmistakable affection and tenderness in her voice as she recited these words that I felt like kissing her. Instead I took her hand and paid it the honour that her lips were due.

"Beautiful."

She smiled modestly once again then said,

"Now let’s get you in character."

She opened one of my seldom used storage cupboards where she found a bag that she had obviously hidden there some time ago. I looked at her suspiciously but she took no notice. From the bag she produced a pair of tight black jeans, a black satin shirt and an incredible belt studded all over with unusual metal fittings that reminded me of the work of HR Giger. Noticing that I was particularly impressed by the belt she said,

"I had this custom made or you. I’ve been planning our little visit to Creatrice for a while."

"Wow, it’s fantastic."

She made no reply but simply smiled.

I quickly put the clothes on. All of them fitted me perfectly. Then she pulled a shoe box out of the cupboard which turned out to contain a pair of black leather boots – just my size of course. I put these on and we were ready to go.

"Shall we take The Tube?"

I looked at her with uncertainty. Travel by public transport looking like this? I thought.

"Ah, what the hell, let’s. It’s not like anyone is going to recognize us."

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