NA1: Thanks to Steph who beta read it, and probably rejoiced a bit at the fact that it wasn't nearly as hard to read as was expected.
NA2: This story is set sometime after Pirates of the Third Reich, but I have no exact time line yet. Just so it is cleared up now though, I live in my own little fantasy world where GSR does not exist, and both Grissom and Sara never left the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Because god knows if I did the show would be seeing Lady Heather way more often. It's just not right to keep some one that beautiful hidden away.......
I ran my hand through my hair for what felt like the thousandth time. I stood at the brass plated over sized mahogany doors that declared the doors belonged to "The Dominion".
God damn it Catherine, you can do this. All it is is going to the door and knocking on it. That's it, come on, don't be such a chicken. You can do this. You will do this.
One more hand run through my hair and I did it. I knocked on the door and held my breath, almost hoping she wouldn't be here.
No such luck it would seem.
The doors parted to show a woman in a black leather corset, so tight it looked painted on, and a matching skirt, that was a tad bit less tight. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, making her vibrant red hair pull tight against her head.
I felt my jaw drop and tried to compose myself, even though I had already reached the conclusion that I was not composing myself anytime soon.
"Milady, although I am flattered that you have lost all higher brain function at the mere sight of me, I am sure that you have a much better purposes then staring at me and I would be flattered if you would take the time to enlighten thy self."
Come on Catherine, think think think! Invitation! That's right, show her the invitation!
I pulled a folded piece of paper out of my back pocket and handed it to the lady, finally regaining higher brain function and closing my mouth.
"Oh, you are Mistress Heather's special guest. If you would follow me this way." The woman's arm swept out to show the master stair case, which totally earned its name, in my opinion.
I did as requested and followed the unnamed woman up the stairs and through the winding, ever confusing puzzle that is Lady Heather's Domain. The woman walked up to another set of mahogany doors, which had "PRIVATE" engraved on them, and knocked briskly.
Then something I was familiar with came into play. Thee Lady Heather, who just happened to be yelling through the doors ; "No you can't go home with her, yes you can give her another session, yes you charge double."
"Mistress Heather, the guest you told me you were expecting has arrived." The woman says slightly puzzled.
Muffled sounds of some one standing up, and well then tripping over something and a loud "Shit!" come out from behind the doors.
When the doors finally opened I grinned a bit. "You okay?" I ask as Heather readjusts her skirts and tries to fix her hair.
"Oh, hmm, what, yea I'm fine." She answers me, taking my hand. "You can leave now Jazmin."
Jazmin looks a bit startled. "Are you sure you are okay Mistress? It sounded like you-------"
"SHUT UP JAZMIN!" Heather said, stepping on her toes.
"OW! I will be leaving now Ms. Willows, it was a pleasure to meet you." Jazmin said picking up her skirt and leaving me alone, on the third, wait maybe fourth floor, of the Dominion with only Heather.
Ohmigod, I'm actually scared!
My hands are shaking at my sides and I just stare at Heather. She is so amazing, she's strong, she's powerful, she's, god, she's hot! She looked like she belonged in the center fold of Playboy, especially when she was in leather. Her current attire; a long black leather skirt with a slit up the side that went almost to her hip, that when she moved you saw just enough of her leg to keep you intrigued but not enough to be slutty, a black leather halter top, a few inches shy of the length it needed to be to cover her whole stomach, and finally her trade mark, thigh high boots with four and a half inch stiletto heels.
"I am glad you came Catherine. I was serious when I said I think you have everything to be a good dominatrix." Heather said grabbing my left hand and running her thumb over the back of it.
I smiled and let myself be pulled into her private quarters, trying desperately to qualm my fears about being in a room with Heather by my self. "You look nervous Catherine."
Shit! Is it that obvious?
"I am a little nervous, I guess I don't really know what to expect and I feel extremely unclean just coming from the lab." I admit to her.
Lady Heather grinned a little and pulled me to the Victorian couch on the other side of the room. "You know Catherine, if you're not comfortable being here, I don't what you to be here."
"Oh no, Lady Heather it's nothing like that, I just wish I would have gone home and showered and found something better then an old pair of jeans and a wife beater tank top to wear." I replied hastily. I didn't want her to go back on the invitation.
Heather smiled and pulled me closer to her before wrinkling her nose. "Okay, I will give you that even for my line of work you are a bit foul to the smell."
"Well thanks, your helping my self-esteem oh so very much." I replied, pulling away from her and getting up. I was really regretting coming now.
"Oh Catherine I'm sorry." She said rubbing her head. "I don't want you to go. The invitation is still good. Do you want to use my shower and I'll pick you out some clothes?"
I thought it over, a shower would help relax me and I know she has good fashion sense. What the hell. "Yea, I think that might help."
Lady Heather got up and showed me the bathroom. "Make sure you fold your clothes up, all of them, I am giving you a bra and all. I just don't think anything you are wearing is going to recover from that smell."
"Well thanks." I said pulling my shirt off and folding it. Looking in the mirror I saw Heather was staring at my reflection. I can have fun with this....... I turned around quickly and did a quick shimmy "See something you like?"
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