Usagi felt unusually pretty as she stared at her reflection in the full-body mirror. After rifling through Usagi's wardrobe for a half hour the night before, Rei decided to lend Usagi one of her dresses, under the condition that she take her shopping as soon as possible.

The dress, Rei had to grudgingly admit, looked as though it was made for Usagi. It was an off-white, silk dress, tight until the midriff, where it then flowed outwards, ending at the knees. The neckline was slightly off the shoulders, lined with circular laced patterns.

"Isn't it a bit too pretty for work?" Usagi asked when Rei first showed it to her.

"For some. But I think it's so you… And you have to be yourself too, you know. Besides, the satin is a step up from casual."

Looking at the dress, Usagi had to admit, it did feel like it suited her. Rigid professional attire seemed too demanding of her, whereas the dress let her look as delicate as she felt.

"These white shoes will look perfect," said Rei, tossing Usagi a pair of low-heeled stilettos.

"Thank you so much Rei. I feel a little less nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about. Except having to work with someone so handsome, maybe."

Usagi had forgotten about her reaction to Haruka until Rei said that.

"Oh yeah," she said, her voice mouse-like.

"She's only twenty eight," said Rei, her tone vaguely suggestive.

"That's like ten years older than me!" cried Usagi.

"Nine, actually. You're nineteen, doofus. And it's really not that big of a deal."

"You know, Rei, it sounds like you're the one that really wants to be with her."

"I-I told you, I'm straight," said Rei, holding her hands up defensively. "I just think Haruka is cute, and I can see why someone might want to experiment with her."

"Rei, I don't want these thoughts in my head when I meet her," Usagi said, crossing her arms.

"Okay, Usagi," said Rei, smirking. "You should go anyway. You're going to be late, stupidhead."

Usagi glanced at the clock, and jumped. "Ah! You're right! See you later, and keep your dirty thoughts about my boss to yourself!"

That morning, Haruka drank coffee, black. Not even a shot of whiskey. It had been a late and exhausting night. Eloise left Haruka's that morning, just an hour prior. Haruka could still smell her vanilla-scented shampoo around her collar.

It wasn't that she was jealous of Eloise's actual relationship. She knew that what she and Eloise had was purely sexual. She didn't want it to be anything else. But she was strongly attached to her fetish, and her fetish was control.

Having just had Eloise writhing underneath her touch, gagged and bound, each orgasm conducted and controlled entirely by Haruka, sharpened the ache of not having it. Haruka wasn't satiated from last night - she was ignited, galvanized.

Her love of possession felt like a sickness, something she couldn't reconcile with love. It became easier to focus on the less complicated desire, but it was hard to fulfill it when she wasn't with someone fully.

In that current moment, Haruka summed up all her frustrations with one simple thought: I'm so fucking horny.

Her sexual appetite felt monstrous in the wake of Eloise's departure. On the outside, it manifested as calm irritability. When the phone rang, she picked it up, expressionless.

"Yes."

"Miss Tenoh, the new intern has arrived."

She shut her eyes tightly.

"New intern?"

"Yes… the one recommended by Setsuna."

"Oh, right. All right then, send her in."

"Yes, Miss Tenoh."

Haruka leaned down, and began rummaging through her bottom drawer. She decided it would be best to just let the intern do some paper work before they had a real discussion. Preferably after an early afternoon drink.

As she rifled through papers, she heard the door open slowly. Deciding to just wing the whole thing, she dropped them and sat up straight to meet the new intern.

The moment Haruka laid eyes on Usagi, she knew denial had no chance of winning. The young girl before her, rosy cheeked and bedroom-eyed, with the disposition of a faun, was going to drive her mad. It almost felt expected, for Haruka to receive something so delectable and forbidden when she was the most hungry.

Had she been less practiced in the art of self-control, she might have stood there for a few moments, jaw hanging, unable to speak. Instead, without missing a beat, she rose and extended her hand for Usagi to grasp. Usagi's handshake was light but firm.

"Haruka Tenoh. A pleasure."

"Usagi Tsukino."

"Let's sit. Please." Haruka lead Usagi to the black velvet couches.

"A drink?" Haruka asked, making a detour for the alcohol.

"I'm nineteen," Usagi said, sounding surprised at the offer.

Haruka was turned away from Usagi as she mixed herself a White Russian, her eyes wide. Haruka had never particularly hunted for the barely legal allure, but having it right here in front of her, so beautiful and close, was undeniably tantalizing.

"Are you sure?" she asked again, raising her glass. Usagi looked away shyly.

"I don't really drink."

Haruka had to laugh. "My God, you are working for the wrong person," she said. Usagi looked startled.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, it's fine," Haruka said, brushing it off with a flip of her wrist. "I could use someone to straighten me out a bit."

She took a seat beside Usagi, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. Usagi was paralyzed. She could feel the heat of Haruka's leg next to hers.

"So. Why are you here?" asked Haruka, looking directly into Usagi's eyes.

"Um…" She laughed nervously, and looked down at her feet. "My cousin, Setsuna, got me this position. I… honestly don't really know what I like or what I want to do. My parents seem to think something in business would be good for me so they approved of this. I just want to do the best I can, and find out what I'm good at."

Well. That was honest. Haruka tried not to smile, knowing Usagi would think she was mocking her.

"What makes you happy?"

"I think… I think making people I love happy. I like taking care of people. I like to serve those I love."

Haruka started coughing on her drink.

"Are you okay?" Usagi asked, alarmed. Haruka nodded, clearing her throat.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm fine. I just…" She chuckled. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Serve" can be a loaded word for someone like Haruka.

"Usagi, I think you will find what you're looking for. In the interim, you will do, as you said, the best you can here, and if I am pleased, you will have a recommendation that will open many doors for you."

She threw back the rest of her brandy as she rose from her seat. "For now, please go to my secretary, Anne. Tell her I said to get you started on something - we'll plan it from there. You'll find that we're quite organized on the macro-level, but a bit disheveled on the micro. A bit of chaos keeps us on our toes. You know?"

"Sure," said Usagi, agreeably. She rose too, looking up at Haruka, who was about a head taller than her. "Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Tenoh."

"Just remember to loosen up. Okay?"

Usagi gave a tiny nod. "Okay."

When Usagi left, Haruka had to sit at her desk with her face in her hands for a bit. The thought crossed her mind that maybe she was being punished for being an overly zealous dominant, indulging too much in the joy of sexual cruelty.

She felt toyed with, and she didn't like it. She knew Usagi was completely clueless, but she still felt at the mercy of the young girl's ethereal beauty. It was maddening, to say the least.

As the day progressed, she saw little to no of Usagi, who was busy with work piled onto her by Haruka's relieved secretary. The spell seemed to have been lifted.

At the end of the day, Haruka let out her first relaxed breath. She needed a long shower. Better yet, a swim in the pool.

The office seemed empty when she stepped out. She then spotted Usagi, gathering her things in a corner.

"They didn't let you go early your first day?" she said, joining Usagi's side.

"They said I could go but I insisted on staying so I could finish some things."

Haruka merely nodded her approval as they headed towards the elevator. "Good," she said. She immediately felt a pang of longing, not unusual when giving a pretty girl an authoritative affirmation.

When the elevator arrived, both Haruka and Usagi's faces fell. Apparently some work party just ended, and many had left at once. Haruka and Usagi squeezed their way through the tight group. Haruka found space against the back, and Usagi stood right in front of her.

Haruka inhaled sharply. It wasn't a big deal, if she didn't look down. There was enough room. Just breathe.

The elevator rattled a bit as it went down. An elderly woman in front stumbled, falling into the man behind her, who had to lean back as he caught her, causing Usagi, who was directly behind him, to be pushed back into Haruka.

Haruka surprised herself by letting out a barely audible moan, thankfully concealed by the slight commotion. Usagi was pressed firmly against her, trying to give the man room to help the woman up. Her round, full backside moved slightly up and down Haruka's pelvis, white satin gliding seamlessly along the black fabric, as she fidgeted to make room.

It was intolerable. Haruka's lower lip quivered. Her gaze was locked forward, unwavering. It seemed almost impossible to hold out, to not grab Usagi with both hands and explore each curve of her body, with no regard for anyone around them.

The elevator stopped abruptly. Usagi bounced an inch away from Haruka as people began filing out. It was over as soon as it started.

As Haruka stiffly exited the elevator, she had one resolute promise to herself: The next intern will absolutely be male.