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Sara's POV

I visited my good friend, Grissom, because I wanted to talk to him in person about Lady Heather, she has asked me if she could use the club for one night to have a 'special' party. She's famous in Vegas like me, but I have never met her in the flesh. Grissom does know her, he told me about their 'relationship'. Therefore I wanted to know his opinion about the party.

We were sitting in his office which is kind of creepy-looking, until I saw most of the things in the jars and terrariums are his pet bugs. Suddenly we heard a commotion on the other side of his door. His teammates were trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. I can't blame them, I would be equally curious about it as they are. Maybe I should have visited him at home but I know I can always catch him here.

Grissom opened his door and revealed his busted friends, the whole thing was hilarious. Finally I saw them in person, finally I could put a face to the name. One of them definitely got my attention, the only female on his team…Catherine Willows.

Catherine is a very beautiful and sophisticated woman, she still caries herself as a dancer although dancing is long in her past. She was nervous, I suppose by being caught in this awkward situation. I had to take her hand and when I shook it she snapped back to reality and stared into my eyes. I noted how blue and intense her eyes were. I believe Catherine is one of those women who always get what they want. I like her confidence and if she wasn't a close friend of Grissom I would have gotten her in my bed… Too bad actually because she is seriously hot!

Then all of a sudden she bolts out of view because she had work to do. I turned back to Grissom and told him his team is always welcome at the club. In fact one Thursday a month I will make sure the VIP-lounge is available for them.


'Hello, I'm Sara. I've thought about your request and I have some good news.'

'Oh, that's great Ms Sidle. Thank you. Come in.' she opens her door further and motions for me to enter her dominion. The place is huge and darkened but actually rather beautiful. I'm absorbing the interior, I can also hear some people scream. Although it's out of pain, I hear pleasure in their voice too.

'Please, call me Sara.' She nods her head a bit reminding me of those ladies in the movies who are very rich and queen-like. I observe her thoroughly, she's dressed in a leather skirt and high heeled boots. Her top is also made of leather and has holes in it, it's all black. I notice she's very beautiful but also fairly intimidating.

She is watching my observation with a raised eyebrow, she likes being watched I can tell. When I'm done with my observation, she looks me up and down and observes me. Her gaze is intense and scrutinizing it makes me feel a bit self-conscious. I'm certain she can't read my body language fully, but when her eyes meet mine I'm sure she reads me like an opened book.

'Okay, Sara only if you call me Heather.' The corners of her mouth twitch a little.

We make some arrangements, because lady Heather wants to put up special decoration. She wants to drape some red curtains around the place and put candles on the tables and the bar. She also wants to install some fake walls with handcuffs and chains on them, I don't know whether it's just part of the adornments or whether they are really going to use them.

'Can I ask you a question?' I ask her 'I'm not familiar with the whole submissive-dominatrix scene and bondage and stuff…are those chains just decoration or are they meant for usage?'

She was showing me her dominion and pieces of the adornments she had in mind, every time checking if I was okay with it, when she hears my question she stops and smirks at me. 'We're only going to use them if you're okay with that. Maybe you could try them too, you'll never know. Although something tells me you are not really into pain. You don't mind biting or scratching even if they hurt slightly but you won't let anyone whip you or spank you. Understandable because being someone's submissive asks a lot of trust, you never trust someone entirely you are too afraid of trusting people, terrified that they might be able to hurt you.'

I'm staring mouth-agape at her without shame, I'm in awe of this woman. We barely said ten words and still she's capable of knowing my worst fears. How does she do that? Truly that makes her a bit terrifying too. I blink my eyes a couple of times, I seem to have a problem concentrating and stopping the train of thoughts that's running through my head. 'I'm okay with it… How do you do that? How can you know so much about me without knowing me.'

She smiles 'Easy, the harder people try to hide something the clearer it becomes. I'm trained to read people to know what they like, not every one can tell you literally what they want, some don't even know… so it's my job to see it. Also in order not to hurt anyone I must be able to read how much they can take and how it makes them feel, especially when they're gagged. Bottom line is it's my job to read people, but I also consider it to be a gift. Not every one can learn it.'

'Oh.' Is all I can come up with.

'I noticed more things about you. You are also able to read people. For some, like you and me, it comes natural. I doubt you're aware of this special ability even though you use it a lot. In your line of business it's also important to know what people want and like. You don't let anyone get close to you, not even your friends. Maybe one or two people know your deepest secrets, but mostly you keep everyone at arm's length. You even push them away if they come too close. I guess nobody really knows you.'

'Until now it seems…' I give her a faint smile, I get really uncomfortable when people try to figure me out. Normally it takes months even years before they know me this well, then I leave them not wanting to tell them more about me. Or they leave me…because they can't life with the fact that I don't trust them blindly. I have the instant urge to run away, but my legs refuse to move.

'It's already too late for that, Sara.' She puts her hand on my arm and squeezes it lightly trying to ease my nerves. I smile at her and know she's right, she already figured out so much about me, why flee now.

'Let's continue our tour and making arrangements.' I motion for her to continue her tour, it takes a couple of minutes but eventually I feel at ease around her. At first it scared me that she knows so much about me just by looking at me, but it's actually easier because now I don't have to answer awkward questions, because I know she won't have to ask any.

The tour was quite fascinating and I enjoyed it, afterwards we drank tea and talked some more. Partly about me but mostly about the party and her guests.


Lady Heather's party was fantastic, I have never seen so many fetishists in my entire life. That lady knows how to throw a party, the club stayed open even longer than usual they kept on dancing and enjoying the spectacle and the pain. It's been a couple of weeks now, but I still remember it vividly. Since the party Heather and I stayed in touch, I told her she could use the club more often.

I even went to one of the parties at her dominion, it wasn't really my cup of tea so I spent the night in Heather's company. She told me more about her job and her daughter, who was brutally murdered. It was the first time she spoke about it, in that aspect she's very much like me. We both don't like to talk about our feelings and fears. She also told me about her thing with Grissom, it was more detailed than his version. Not that I needed the visuals…

Looks as if Grissom has a dominant side… I'm surprised, I guess I always pictured Grissom as a submissive. Boy was I wrong, though the details were also quite disturbing. When she saw my discomfort, she skipped the details and told the story in general terms. We were drinking a good bottle of wine and the more we drank the closer she got to me. Suddenly she asked me if I was interested in learning how to handle a whip, just a small one that didn't inflict too much pain. She even would let me test my skills on her body, I was taken aback and I believe I drank a bit too much because I said yes.

I can't really remember a lot about that night, because I drank more during my tutorial. When the party was over I wasn't able to drive or even be driven home, so I stayed the night. She brought me to a guestroom and told me I was a quick learner and she was impressed by my skills. The following morning was a bit awkward and we both decided not to talk about it. Or... she sensed my discomfort and decided not to bring it up. I honestly don't know and frankly it doesn't really matter I was happy we didn't. We first talked about it on the phone some days later.


Today it's Thursday, indeed time for the CSI's of the nightshift to have a party! I called Grissom to confirm they were coming. The same 6 that came last time, I know there are 3 women so I told Lucy to put three roses in the VIP-lounge. When I arrive at the club the doors are still closed, I'm really early.

I go to my office and decide to check the stock and the VIP-lounge, when I pass Lucy she tells me she took care of the roses. She has a questioning look on her face, but she leaves the question unasked. I smile at her and tell her to put a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket too. Now she smirks at me 'They must be really special. Mostly you only give a bottle of the house the first time, afterwards it's wine or some cheap kind of champagne. You know the fake kind.' She clarifies unnecessarily.

'Yes I know which kind and I don't think they're special. They're just…'

'Oh one of them must be special otherwise you wouldn't go through this much of trouble.' She cuts me off.

'Friends.' I finish then I add 'And no there is no one special, or else I would have asked you to put one rose there not three. Three stands for the number of women that I'm expecting.' I return her smirk but I note she's unimpressed.

'Whatever you say boss.' She says sarcastically and continues with her work. I return back to my office and lay down on the couch there. I haven't slept much lately and instantly I'm very tired, maybe a quick nap will do me good.

I open my eyes a couple of minutes later feeling well-rested, it takes me some moments before I can look at my watch. When I see the time I realize I didn't just take a nap but slept for 3 solid hours, no wonder I'm feeling well-rested. I hastily get up and throw some water in my face, I wash my mouth too. I look at myself in the mirror, put my hands through my hair and check if I'm presentable. When I am, I walk out of my office and immediately people start to shout my name.

I walk to Karen and ask her 'Why didn't anybody wake me?'

'Sorry, but we tried. When you wouldn't wake up we thought you really needed to rest.' She says apologetic.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound so harsh. It's okay, don't feel bad. I really needed it.' I give her a smile and she returns it.

I look up to the VIP-lounge and see the CSI's are already having a great time, they're drinking cocktails and are dancing. I smile to myself, it always makes me happy to see people have so much fun. It looks like they can use it too. When I walk through the crowd some girls come up to me, hoping to get the chance to leave with me but I'm not in the mood. Which is strange… well I guess everybody has their off-days. I turn them down nicely and realize I still have to speak to the crowd so I walk to the stage.

After my little welcome speech I return back to the bar, half way there I bump into someone who seemed in a hurry to get somewhere.

'Oh shit, sorry I didn't see you.' When I look up at the apologizing woman, I become aware of the fact that she's one of my VIP's. 'Hi, I don't believe we've met.' I hold my hand out for her.

She shakes it and introduces herself 'No, we didn't. I'm Sofia Curtis.'

'I'm Sara Sidle.'

'Yeah, I kinda know that.' She replies matter-of-factly. We're still holding hands, we both don't seem to mind.

'So you are the famous Sofia Curtis, nice to meet you.'

'Likewise, seems like someone told you a lot about me.' she smiles then she looks down at our joined hands. 'Could I have that back, please. I might need it later on.' Then she winks at me.

I release her hand 'Course. I wouldn't say he told me that much. I know you were a CSI who became a detective because that's what you always wanted to do. I know you're very dedicated to the job and that you're single. You're also very beautiful, Grissom forgot to mention that.'

She blushes a bit by my statement but her body language doesn't show that, on the contrary she looks more confident then only seconds ago. 'Well, I have to say you look much better in real life too.' She smirks and stares deeply at me. 'I saw you brush off a couple of ladies not so long ago. Not in the mood.' I want to say something but before I have the chance she continues 'Or just not in the mood for girls.'

The meaning of her statement does not go unnoticed. I thought she was straight, she might be somewhat butch but being butch doesn't imply you're gay but I have the feeling she's flirting with me. In fact she coming on to me, which I'm not used to or not like this anyway. Normally I'm the conqueror, so I'm not good at being the prey it makes me blush and stutter like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

'Who knows.' I wink at her, desperately trying to get back in my roll of conqueror.

But she doesn't give up that easily 'Well if you are in the mood for something other then little girls, come and find me. Now I really have to go.' I just smile at her and when she's away I look up to the other VIP's just in time to see Catherine looking away quickly. Looks like she was watching the interaction between Sofia and I. Interesting…


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