A Year in the Life of... Chapter 2

'So...here I am in the back of a limousine.' he mused. At least he thought it was one; having never ridden in a limousine before he couldn't be entirely sure but the sumptuous leather interior and with enough rare wood to build a wardrobe it definitely felt like one. Danni...Mistress Danni, he corrected himself, seemed really nice...and very attractive. She had explained that he would now be driven to a gentleman's outfitters in Saville Row where he would have his measurements taken for his uniform.

Looking out of the smoke tinted windows at the world and the city passing by he found it hard to get a grip on what had just happened and just what he'd signed himself up for. The contract itself had seemed pretty straightforward...well no real big words that he couldn't understand; obedience, service, respect...that seemed to be the underlying theme of it all and nothing jumped out that made him think 'Whoa! Let's just take another look at this shall we'. Though he had to admit, at least to himself, that he was feeling a little trepidatious as the car carried him to his destination, but hey, wasn't trepidatious a damn good word for a Monday morning?

Eventually the limousine stopped and the driver got out before opening the door for him. He felt like royalty...or a footballer. I could have been a footballer he thought...If I could have played football in any real sense of the word. Not for the first time he thought about the driver holding the door open for him. His name was Ibrahim and he was huge and black. He's probably the blackest guy I've ever seen he thought. Midnight on a moonless night in a coal mine black. He's probably Namibian or Nigerian, they're some of the blackest people around, though he admitted that his knowledge of African people was sketchy at best. Nice fellow though, very polite. He gave Ibrahim his best smile as he got out and mumbled "Thank you." allowing Ibrahim to close the door and direct him towards an affluent looking building.