Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 40.

I looked through the mirror glass at Veronica, in the empty room. She looked tired, but not unhappily so.

Devina turned to me and said, “Go on in and clean her up. You might as well get acquainted, you’re going to be linked from here on in.”

With that Devina turned on her heel and left the room. I heard her click away down the corridor to some unseen room and the murmur of voices drifted back toward me. Dwayne’s voice, deep and reverberating, indistinct but powerful, and Devina chirping and laughing about something.

I entered the room a little cautiously, unsure how to introduce myself to Veronica. How does one introduce oneself, having watched someone just service a lover, though that descriptor seemed a little out of place? Veronica had been taken, and had served, their pleasure not so much being secondary as being irrelevant.

“Hi,” I said as I entered. “I’m Andy.”

Veronica turned to me and looked me up and down, before getting to her feet and reaching for a towel draped over the back of the chair. She wiped her face, and covered herself, the cage on her genitals just the same as the one I wore.

“Ahh…” she said, in a mocking tone. “So you’re the famous ‘Andrea’ that I keep hearing about.”