Aino Awakens S1E3: Meeting Janica (SFW)

Previously on Aino Awakens:

Aino delivered a box to the wrong door. Inside the door: a man sat in a chair, a girl knelt between his legs, and a woman with black hair said one word. Slower. Aino ran home. In the dark, on her sofa, her body did something it had not done in three years.

In the morning the sofa had shown me what I had done.

The leather held the shine. I wiped it twice with a cloth and a dark mark was left where I had sat. I left it. The flat smelled of me.

I made the plan at the sink. Knock. Say the box was for you. Say sorry for the wrong door. Say nothing else. That was all. I was a good girl who had made a mistake. The wetness was an accident.

I put the coat on. The coat that hides my body. I did not look in the mirror. The face in the mirror had done something the night before and I was not ready for it yet.

I walked to the building. The air was cold on my face and I did not hurry. I went up.

The stairwell had a window. Daylight came in, pale and flat. I stood in front of the door and the door was closed.

Last night it had been open. Warm air had come out of it. Perfume. Skin. A wet sound. It had wet me in one look. Today it was wood and a brass number. Twelve.

The box was under my arm. It had waited on the shelf all morning and I had looked at it three times. Three times was my number for the day.

The knob was cold. I held it the way I had held the box.

I almost went down the stairs.

I knocked.

The door opened.

She stood in it. Black hair, down over one shoulder. Blue eyes. Dark red mouth. A short black latex dress. Bare arms. Bare legs. Bare feet on the wood. The hall light was pale and she was dark. She looked at my face.

The plan was in my mouth. The line about the box.

"You came home wet," she said.

It was calm. It was not a question. It had no detail in it. And it knew everything.

My face did the rest.

The heat went up under my skin and I did not stop it.

"I didn't say anything," I said.

"You didn't need to," she said.

"The box is for you," I said. "Twelve. The wrong door was mine."

She took the box from my arm. She held it once, the way you check its weight.

"I know," she said. "Come in."

She moved aside and I went in.

The room was the same and it was not.

The chair stood against the white wall, empty now. It was leather and black. A small table sat beside it with a lamp. The floor was light wood. The door behind me was still open. The men were not there. The girl was not there. There was only her.

It was quiet. I could hear my own breathing.

And the smell.

Perfume first. Then skin. Then the third smell, warm and alive. It was the smell of what happened in it. I knew it before my head did. The stairwell had it too.

She walked to the chair. She sat down. The dress stayed short. Her legs stretched out. Black polish on her toes. She looked at me.

"It is quiet today. The room is clean," she said.

I felt it before her second sentence was done. The heat went into my belly and down. My thighs pressed together under the coat. I tried to stand still. It did not help. I was wet again. I stood in her room and I was wet again.

"You are wet again," she said.

"I don't know why it keeps happening," I said.

"Because you want it," she replied. "Your body says it before you do."

I looked at the chair.

"What happens in this room?" I asked.

She told me.

"My name is Janica. I will tell you the whole of it.

Last night you stood in my doorway. You looked in. You ran. This morning you came back with the box. You are in my room now and you are wet.

The men are mine. They come when I say. They stand where I put them. They move on my word and stop on my word. They have no names here.

The slut is already inside you. You have not met her. I help women find her and enjoy her. That is the way they were made.

The point of this room is your body. You will learn to feel it. The rules will be on a page. You will do them in this room, where I can see you. When your body is ready, a man comes. He will do it to you and I will direct it. It will go slow until it does not. And then more. Two men. The whole room at once.

You may stop any time. You may leave any time. Nothing is owed.

You are nobody's anything yet."

I stood with my hand on the back of the chair. I let the words sit.

"How many men are there?" I said.

"One at a time, at first."

"Are they all men?" I asked.

"No. There are women too."

"The same as the men?" I said.

"Yes," she said.

The heat moved with the word. A small shift, somewhere new. I did not follow it.

"What do I do first?" I said.

"You will learn your body. Alone. Where I can see you."

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"You will tell me," she said.

"Will you touch me?" I said.

"No," she said.

"Then how do you know I will like it?" I asked.

"You are wet standing here," she said.

The heat went deeper and I did not follow it.

The door was open.

I could see the stairwell light on the landing. It was three steps. I had a coat and a good reason.

I walked to the door.

I put my hand on the knob.

I stopped.

She stayed where she was. She did not come closer.

'Say nothing else,' I thought.

"I want to be that girl," I said. "I want to come like I did yesterday. I want to know how it feels to have one in my mouth. I want to know how it feels to have one properly inside me."

My voice was steady. I was surprised by that.

She did not answer right away.

"Then stay," she said. "The door stays open. That is how you leave."

I turned around.

I went back into the room. I went to the window. The street was pale and small. The glass did not show my face. It only showed the street.

She let me look.

"When do I come back?" I said.

"Tomorrow," she said. "You will buy a toy. Black. Nice."

"I will," I said.

I went down the stairs with the coat on. The heat was under it, low and slow, and it did not fade on the walk.

The door was shut behind me. I knew where it was.

Black. Nice.

To be continued...