As the growling of the engine died down, the heat of the afternoon blasted the two women in the face. It was an excellent argument to stay inside the car, but the quick glance they shared was enough to forget about it. A couple of beeps and the car was as quiet as the rest, walking away and approaching the entrance to the estate. The quietness was only interrupted by the warm breeze that blew by, swaying the trees and the leaves of the vine that covered the stone wall next to them. It was a nice attempt, but it only made the heat more unbearable.
Still it was something they would gladly endure, as the two women could barely keep their eagerness in check. Their steps were light and quick, taking them to the entrance in no time. Two big and thick pillars that held an ornate metallic gate welcomed them, the dark iron twisting into spiral patterns that nonetheless left no room to slip through. And yet, it was half open, allowing them to step in as they looked around.
Cypresses lined up to the sides of the road, trimmed to perfection and casting much welcomed shades. And the same went for the bushes, forming perfect lines and labyrinthine layouts. Or that was what it looked like. And not too far, a villa, standing as the grand protagonist. All worked together to lead to it, light and shades, trees and bushes… everything directed their attention to the building in white. The marble gleamed under the light, keeping the heat out and following a rather spartan decor. Nothing fancy, but elegant in its simplicity.
The reddish tiles of the roof were the only thing that broke the monochrome, but that worked well with the surrounding flora. With the breeze and what sounded like the distant sound of water. A calm and soothing atmosphere. Quiet and still, just like they had imagined for the place. The one thing that broke that stillness, the illusion of time stopping, was the woman that had come out of the building and now walked towards them at a slightly hurried pace.
She was gorgeous, her figure tall and slender, walking with an alluring strut that neither Lisa nor Claire knew whether it was intentional or not. Her long and curly blonde mane bobbed with each step, while the light green gown only enhanced her figure, clinging to her immense bust and back not to fall off. Not that the woman seemed to care, as she was beaming at them. As much as the sun, almost.
- Apologies for keeping you waiting. I had hoped one of my girls would be here to greet you, but they were all busy.
- It’s no problem. We understand.- Dismissed Lisa.
- That’s sweet of you. - Said the woman, her green lips curling into a warm smile. - I understand you have an appointment?
- Yes… Claire and Lissa. - Answered Claire.
- Claire and Lisa, of course! Ugh, you should have known immediately, Beatrice!
She leaned forward and shook the hand of each, motioning them to follow her.
- I am so glad to finally meet you two! Was it difficult to find my place?
- Not at all. The instructions given were clear.
- I see, thank you…?
- Claire. - Said the brunette, then motioning to the blonde woman that walked next to her. - And she’s Lisa.
- Delighted to meet you. If you don’t mind, care to tell me the parking place number?
- Eleven.
- Excellent. Come in!
She opened the door to the villa, easing the women inside. They stopped for a moment, as she leaned over a list on a counter, crossing what they guessed was the appointment and writing the number next to it. Not missing a beat, she spun around in place, always beaming. Her eyes went from one to another and back, almost as if she was seizing them up.
- The payment will be done via transfer once your week is up. In the exceptional case of me not being around, ask any of my girls and they will handle it on the spot.
- I see. So… how do we do this?
- Well, the first order of business is getting you to the changerooms so that you can leave your clothes there. After that I’ll guide you to your spot. However, before that, do you have any questions? Anything I can help you with or nerves that need to be calmed?
The two women shared a look, unsure, but Lisa did ask away.
- If you don’t mind asking… why?
- Do you find it odd, Lisa? Unsettling, maybe?
- No! No. We love it, but it’s just…
- When we first found this we couldn’t believe it. -Claire pitched in, lending a hand.- It’s just strange seeing something so… oddly specific.
- I see… Fair question, honestly. I will give you your answer once I get you to your spot. Deal?
Another exchange of glances, but both women nodded. It would have to do. Off to the changing rooms it was, as they followed Beatrice around. The building had an upper floor, the rooms ample and spacious, dotted with furniture in different shades of dark. Simple, but pleasing to look at. And It seemed like any wall that could be removed had been so, allowing little to no privacy.
Still it was just them, even when they could hear loud footsteps on the floor above, even though their own noises concealed her presence. Probably one of the staff, one of her “girls” she had mentioned earlier. No time to think about it though, as they came face to face with a wooden door that slid open.
- In you go. Leave the clothes on the shelves, and my girls will collect and keep them safe. When you are done, come out the other door. I’ll be waiting outside.
The door slid shut behind them, the two sighing as one, relieving tension they didn’t realise they were holding. But that did not stop them, as they started taking off the different pieces of clothing. Shoes and socks, blouses and bras, a skirt and pants. But the two women remained quiet, each entertaining their own thoughts while trying to tidy the mess of clothes.
- I thought you were not going to ask.
- I wasn’t sure if I had to. - Lisa said, in a quiet voice.- I’m sure she has her reasons, and we’re probably not the only ones to check it out-
- Our car is not the only one out there, so you’re right on that one.
- But still, it feels… unreal.
- Well, that woman does seem very excited about it. And we are about to clear all doubts. - Answered Claire, the two women leaving almost everything they had on them in the signalled shelves, one next to the other.- Ready?
- Let’s go, darling.
They held their hands and stepped out the door at the end of the room, the wooden door sliding open easily and quietly. The warmth once again clung to them, their bodies having quickly gotten used to the cool changing room. They were met by Beatrice, who held a small wooden bottle in her hand, with what looked like a delicately carved metallic head on top. And she seemed ecstatic to see the two of them.
- Oh, you look amazing, ladies! Follow me, and we’ll have you on display in no time.
She spun around and started walking down the path. Her high-heels clacked loudly against the flawlessly polished cobblestones, with Lisa and Claire in tow. Perfectly trimmed grass spread around them, with just as flawlessly trimmed trees that gave comfortable shade and bushes with colourful flowers. And all around the sound of water, coming from many pools that dotted the place. Sometimes looking like they were separate, only to find they were connected by canals.
Beatrice walked with grace, her hips swaying almost hypnotically as her gown clung to her shapely rear and slender legs. Was it natural, or the result of a lot of practice? They had no idea, but they were not complaining about the sight at all. More so when the rest of her curves were also on display and they could even make the form of her busty front bobbing up and down. They had long forgotten they were completely nude as they were taken to their place, but the third woman almost seemed to be as naked as them.
“What was the point of the dress then?” Lisa thought.
- Lisa?
- Yes?
- About your question. You wanted to know why I do this, do you?
- That’s right.
- The answer is rather simple. I love the female form.
A statue of a woman greeted them. It stood next to a pool, where one could swim without any problems at first glance. It was beautiful, with lovely curves and notable breasts, which it groped and pressed against each other while facing the path. Its light grey body bathed in the sun, the silhouette visible in the ripples of the water and the shadow it cast only made the beauty stand out even more.
Everything about it seemed flawless. The shape of the body; her shoulder-length wavy hair, each individual hair merged into a mass of stone and making it impossibly detailed; the teeth, visible behind the slightly parted lips… even the womanhood, on display between the parted legs.
- It might seem odd and creepy, but I honestly mean it. -The woman smiled, almost motherly, as she gently caressed the statue on the arm.- So I want to give the chance to any woman that dares try to display her beauty. Even if it’s only to me, or to others in this garden.
- Do many come by?
- More than you think.
- I guess that bottle has something to do with it?
- I would say right on the money, Claire. But that’s a secret, I hope you understand.
Claire nodded, as they continued following her down the garden. They could see more statues here and there. Each of them a woman petrified for the week.
One standing next to another pool, her long and wavy hair cascading down her back as one arm ran through it and the other rested on her hip. She looked over her shoulder, downwards, trying to see her shapely stone rear.
Another down on all fours next to another pool, her legs parted and her womanhood in full display almost daring someone to close the distance and touch it, or get far more intimate with it if they so dared.
A third one a bit away from the path, kneeling under the shadow of a palm tree and on top of a small canal of dark stone. Her hands ran through the curly mane behind her head, eyes closed and lips parted in an expression of bliss.
- They seem to be really enjoying it.
- They do. For some of them it’s not their first visit, and I personally vouch for it.
Another question in Lisa’s mind.
- Have you ever tried it, Ms. Beatrice?
- Beatrice is fine. And yes, I have. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll see me among the collection for a week.
She looked over her shoulder and gave them a playful wink. Both women blushed,imagining the nude form of Beatrice transformed into flawless stone. Their steps took them across a small stone bridge and into a small circular platform, one with a small canal that made a circle in the centre and held a circular pedestal, surrounding it with four small carved stone circles.
- Here we are! -Beatrice claimed triumphantly. -Did you have any pose in mind for such a special occasion?
- We do. -Answered Claire, blushing and holding Lisa’s hand.
- Excellent! Fantastic! Then please stand apart and spread arms and legs, it will be a minute.
Obeying, they posed as instructed, and Beatrice immediately got to work. The bottle turned out to be a sprayer, which she used to cover their bodies. A puff of transparent smoke or vapour shot off, clinging to their bodies. It had a refreshing aroma, and wherever it touched them left a pleasant feeling. A tingling feeling, almost like a very faint and playful tickle or caress.
Beatrice moved around them quickly and expertly, making sure that each time she covered as much as possible, sometimes even reaching the two of them at once. Apparently it didn’t have to be sprayed everywhere for it to spread, as the sensation quickly started laying claim to other parts of their bodies. But, as their bodies started to feel heavy and sluggish, a faint crackling noise filled the air, competing with the water for the spotlight. They glanced at each other, smiling as they saw their fair skin become paler, taking on a light grey hue.
- You’re set. Step on the pedestal and strike the pose, you are moments away from your week-long vacation!
Their movements felt janky and stiff, almost as if they were sore, but Claire stepped on to the pedestal, turning around and offering Lisa a hand. She gladly took it, joining her on display and giving her a heartfelt hug, something that Claire returned. They would have remained like that, but the cracking was non-stopping, and it was getting difficult to move, but they loved the feeling of their soft bodies hardening into flawless statues. When they separated, their bodies were monochrome grey, the same colour they now shared with the other collection pieces.
- Love… you… -Said Lisa
- Love… you… too… -Answered Claire.
Their voices were barely a whisper, almost overwhelmed by the cracking and the water around them, but Lisa was still able to giggle as Claire picked her up in her arms. She helped her, sliding her left arm under the hardening mass of stone of the woman’s hair and using the other to gently caress her stone cheeks. Even if their eyes were blank orbs by now, she gave her a loving gaze, and received in kind, the two leaning forward and tenderly locking their lips.
No longer able to move, they heard Beatrice squeal with glee next to them, and the gentle touch of her hand made them want to squirm. She was so soft and warm, and her fingers felt so blissful on their stone bodies… from Lisa’s back, across her form and down Claire’s curvy figure.
- I’ll let you be then. Enjoy your week, and happy first anniversary, lovebirds.
The two statues were unable to answer, but they were very much grateful. Everything felt way more intense than they had ever dared to dream, more so than when reading the reviews of the webpage. The sun’s warmth, previously unbearable, now slowed their minds and almost lulled them to sleep. And the water only helped with that, adding the delightful coolness that clung to their stone bodies as they edged a blissful stupor.
However, there was something else. A slight rumbling around them. It was running water, and it was nearby. To the right and the left. Before them and behind them. Below them. Four streams of water sprung up around them, spraying a gentle mist that swirled around them playfully. It clung to them, forming many tiny droplets that slid down their forms and made them squeal with glee in their minds.
Each of these that slid down left their stone bodies shiny and glossy, the coolness bringing them out of their stupor and making them very much aware of their new and enhanced perception. The light shone on them, going through many tiny mirrors that formed and vanished shortly, making them glisten as they stood in the place that had been chosen for them. Eventually the water would fade, as would the droplets and the spectacle of mist and lights that surrounded them, but the rings on their fingers would keep shining.
They had the whole week before them, but in their minds, both women fantasised and dreamed. Maybe they would have to turn this into a yearly affair…