The elevator groaned as it crawled towards the penthouse. Ellie tapped her foot on the crimson carpet indignantly as she looked at the lavish decorations that adorned the space from gold-covered handrails to a full mirror at the back. For all intents and purpose, aesthetically speaking, the elevator was luxurious (Something Ellie somewhat suspected) after she had laid eyes on the lobby, but hearing it groan seemed to break the facade of elegance that was trying to be portrayed. It actually helped Ellie to feel slightly more at peace with the "decision" she had made to come live with her Aunt Beatrice. Decision was a generous term considering her mum had practically forced her to live here, at least for a while. Ellie had wanted to rent somewhere and made some new friends, or at worse stay at student accommodation for her first semester.

"No way Ells. You need to be with someone you trust in a healthy living environment. I promise Aunty Bea will be a great mentor for you," her mum had said.

Ellie had rolled her eyes, but when her mum pulled out 'Ells' it meant her mind had been made up and nothing Ellie could say would change that. What was six months anyway?

The plans were put into fruition and now Ellie was on the elevator up to her home for the next six months. The only part that worried her was having not actually seen Aunty Bea in years. Ellie couldn't even remember the last time, though there was photographic evidence to prove they had in fact met. The other part that made her nervous was how she was dressed. Ellie looked herself over in the mirror, a black tee with a skull that hung loosely and looked a bit thin in places from wear and tear, jeans ripped up so much one could argue that they might not qualify as pants anymore, a buzzcut, and a duffel bag with all her stuff in it. Ellie quite enjoyed the look, but the short walk through the lobby exemplified how underdressed she really was. No looks were thrown her way, but it felt like a million pairs of eyes were staring her down. The other women who walked by were all in brilliant gowns and dresses, or pristine business suits, not to mention the glossy makeup and shimmering hairdos. The handbags being carried were probably worth more than the entire contents of Ellie's duffel bag. Ellie had never hated that style of fashion, but it was so far out of her wheelhouse and interest in learning, but being forced to walk and live amongst it for six months was not something she had ever considered being a possibility.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened silently. There wasn't even a hallway, it was more of a foyer that led to large wooden doors that shone in the afternoon sunlight that filtered in through a skylight to the west. The air stood still as Ellie approached. She couldn't see a doorbell anywhere so knocked on the door. Ellie shifted weight from foot to foot as the nerves began to eat at her thoughts. Part of her wanted to turn around and leave and call her mum saying it was a bad idea and she would just find somewhere to rent in a group setting but before she could find the confidence to do so, the door swung open without as little as a creak of a hinge. Stood before her was a woman dressed in a flowing white garment belted to her waist with a brown leather strap. The sheer white cloth was folded across her body so that her upper chest was showing leaving nothing to the imagination. Below the belt, the cloth parted quickly revealing smooth thighs that continued down to slender legs, tipped off with a low pair of white heels. Then, the fragrance came washing over her. A tidal wave of cherry with an undercurrent of sandalwood and a tinge of honey. It was delightful. Expensive. Ellie coughed slightly as the scent seemed to stick on her throat.

"Eleanor! It's been so long," Beatrice smiled warmly through red painted lips. "Come in come in, I'll show you around." 

Ellie ducked under an extended arm holding a champagne flute that shut the door behind her. Passing by her Aunt only made the perfume more intense, so much so that Ellie barely registered that her aunt had called her Eleanor, a name she hadn't used since she was a child. Ellie had never particularly liked perfume before, she had a few body sprays and mists and the like, but the short time in this hotel had done a lot to persuade her otherwise. Perhaps it was merely the difference between cheap and expensive perfumes she mused.

"I'm so happy to have you staying with me Eleanor. Your room is just up the hall, second door on the left. I'll let you get settled in. I was thinking pizza and a movie for dinner tonight?"

It took Ellie a moment to register the question, but after a quick thought simply nodded her head in agreement. It sounded basic, but basic could be good. Now that Ellie had walked past her Aunt and the fragrance had begun to fade, she could take in more of the apartment. The living room had stylish white leather couches and a fake fireplace tucked under the television. The area itself was nestled below a walkway that went past the dining table and to the kitchen which from what Ellie could see, looked rather large. The fittings all looked expensive, like the rest of the building. The floor was shiny and a marble feature wall separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. The small hall was to the right and had a cupboard on one side as well as about 3 other doors. Ellie assumed one for Aunt Bea's bedroom, her own, and likely a bathroom. She made her way up the hall taking in various artworks, one of which that looked suspiciously like the outline of a naked woman on a red background. It was artsy, likely cost a few dollars. Which raised another question that Ellie was curious about, how had Aunty Bea afforded so much? She knew they weren't actually blood relatives and inheritance could have played a role, but this seemed... different to inheritance. Ellie believed inheritance would be a big house rather than a posh penthouse. Something she'd have to ask about later. For now she made her way to her room. Similar to the rest of the house, it felt expensive. Dark silk sheets adorned the bed, a desk was in one corner, a small ensuite with a vanity and toilet, and a small walk in wardrobe that was currently bare. Ellie plopped her duffel on the bed and sat next to it, almost sinking into the cushion like mattress. Unpacking could happen later. A part of Ellie wanted to go back out for nothing more than to catch another whiff of Bea's perfume. It clung in her mind how rich and intoxicating it was. It felt powerful to even be in her presence. Maybe staying here wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Ellie shut her eyes with a smile on her face, it had been a long day of travel and she needed a break. 

A knock stirred her from a very restful nap. Aunt Bea called from outside, "Eleanor, pizza has arrived. I can put it in the oven for a bit if you need some time." 

Ellie stretched out cracking a few joints that had settled into place and called back through a slight yawn. "I'll be right out Aunty Bea."

"See you shortly," Aunty Bea said with a smile.

Ellie didn't bother to change and quickly walked out finding that her Aunt had already moved on to the lounge area, but as she followed her trail the faint scent of her perfume could be found. Ellie couldn't help but smile as the fragrance began to tickle at her nostrils.

"That excited to have some pizza Eleanor?" Aunty Bea said with a wry smile and slight giggle. She already had a half eaten slice sitting on a plate in her lap.

Ellie's smile faltered for a moment uncertain what to make of the slight scrutiny, nor the slight embarrassment at her enjoyment of her Aunt's perfume. "Actually Aunty Bea, I'm smiling because of your perfume." Ellie looked to her feet sheepishly.

"Oh really? Why's that dear?" Aunty Bea's tone shifted to one of expectance and satisfaction, though Bea was too lost in her own mind to really notice the subtle change.

"It's really nice?"

Aunt Bea chuckled a little as a way to egg Ellie on.

"I noticed it the moment you opened the door. It's beautiful, like I could breathe it in for hours and never get tired. The different uhhh parts all go together really well. Sorry, I've never really been into perfume, I don't know how to explain it very well."

"That's alright, you did very well Eleanor. Why don't you come have a seat near me to enjoy it some more while we eat dinner?"

Ellie nodded and walked over. Her Aunt hadn't changed clothes and once again her feelings of inadequate dress returned, though she did her best to stifle them. The aroma of Aunty Bea certainly helped as the fog from earlier drifted down upon Ellie's mind. "Aunty Bea, I forgot to mention, your perfume is really calming." Her Aunt said something in response, but Ellie was too focused on the sweet scent and the slice of pizza in her hands. It was such a nice slice, each bite filled her up more and more and when she was totally full she'd be ready to sleep. It was getting harder to keep her eyes open with each bite. Aunty Bea's perfume was a cloud surrounding her entirely, and her whispered words that licked at Ellie's ear didn't need to be understood only followed. Ellie could follow by relaxing. It was easy to do. She took a final bite of pizza and slumped onto her Aunt's shoulder. Exhausted. Relaxed. Obedient.

Ellie woke up as credits on a movie ended. Ellie wouldn't have been able to name the movie if you asked her to, nor if you described the entire plot for her, but she'd enjoyed it nonetheless. Well, being with her Aunt Beatrice had been enjoyable. She commanded such respect and power. It was thrilling. "Thanks for the dinner and movie Aunt Beatrice. I hope we can do it again sometime soon," Ellie said meaningfully.

Walking to her room Ellie couldn't shake the admiration for her Aunt's power she had. The way she commanded attention was incredible, Ellie would have to ask her about it sometime. Ellie shuddered as a feeling of inferiority rippled across her being. She wanted that power. The realisation was like the crack of an ice shelf. Ellie had never particularly considered herself dominant, but meeting her Aunt Beatrice like this had shed some light on new desires. She readied herself for bed and fell asleep quickly, imagining herself commanding legions of willing servants with the snap of her fingers. 

The next morning a slight disturbance carried into Ellie's room from the living area. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. 7:15. Normally Ellie liked a sleep in, nor was she much of a sticky beak, but hearing her Aunt Beatrice's stern words really made her want to see what was going on. A quick nudge opened her door without a squeak. Ellie tip-toed down the hall to see her Aunt speaking to what seemed like hotel staff. Ellie's pyjamas began to feel a bit tight and restrictive as she saw her aunt in a navy blue business suit and tall heels. But what really caught her attention was how the staff member stood staring up at her Aunt. His body was frigid apart from shallow breaths, likely enjoying the same perfume that Ellie did. In fact, Ellie could find traces of it in the air tickling her nose, it took all her concentration to not walk out into the room herself. The man nodded along with her Aunt for a few minutes longer until he was dismissed. He bowed his head, turned, and left. Once the front door was shut Ellie emerged from her position.

"Eleanor darling, how long were you there for?" 

Ellie realised that she was still being called Eleanor, she would have to bring that up sometime, though the way her Aunt said it had a nice ring to it as it rolled off of her tongue. "Only a couple of minutes Aunt Beatrice." Ellie had thought her fragrance was strong last night, but this morning the perfume was even more potent on her Aunt. Even standing a few metres back Ellie found it hard to focus on anything except her Aunt.

"Don't let my morning meetings interrupt you if you wake up and want to grab something from the kitchen. It's your home too Eleanor." The phrasing could have been a question, but the intonations came across like a command.

"Yes Aunt Beatrice," Ellie responded, Her Aunt was powerful and a powerful command should be followed. "By the way Aunt Beatrice, who was he?"

"The hotel manager. Didn't you know I own this place? It's why I stay here. I also own a few salons and other odds and ends."

"Wow. My mum never mentioned any of that Aunt Beatrice." Ellie was enamoured. The power to run a hotel and other businesses was incredible. Before she could keep thinking on it, her Aunt started talking again.

"I noticed you didn't pack much, so I have decided we will go shopping together for some clothes for you today. Go get showered and get ready, we will leave in 45 minutes."

Ellie hurried back to her room. For some reason it felt like a long time since she had hopped out of bed, but she only watched Aunt Beatrice and the manager talk for about five minutes, then herself for a couple more. When she looked at the clock however, it now said 8:30. Weird. The time ticked over, 44 minutes until they left. Ellie quickly stripped and went to the main bathroom to shower. The image of watching the manager stand to attention before her Aunt was burned into her mind, and it was burning brighter still. Ellie stepped into the shower as hot water began to cascade from the head. Each stinging droplet singed a fire that began to run rampant in her body. The power her Aunt held. Her mind was fixated on it. Imagining herself wielding the same command. Without thinking, Ellie's hands began to roam down her body. Her folds deliciously wet. An observer could perhaps declare it was simply shower water, but Ellie knew it was her own wetness as well. Normally foreplay of some kind, or erotic stimulation from a video, or tale was needed for Ellie, but today her arousal was ravenous and near insatiable. Even as her fingers delved to their usual play areas, the climax simply wasn't arriving. Ellie took a moment and imagined herself standing where her Aunt had, someone before her and whispered breathlessly to herself, "I want to be powerful." A dam broke. Ellie quivered violently as pleasure ravaged her senses. Her promise to be quiet forgotten in the heat of the moment as a guttural moan echoed throughout the bathroom. Unbeknownst to Ellie, her Aunt sat in the living room, a smile pursed on her lips as she heard the moan carry into the hall. As Ellie recovered she clambered out of the shower and scurried back to her room. It was already 8:05. Only ten minutes till she went shopping. Ellie quickly threw on some fresh clothes as her Aunt called.

"Ready to go Eleanor." It wasn't a question. A command to be followed. Powerful women were to be followed.

"Yes Aunt Beatrice."