Prompt from Anon: "How about one like The X Ingredient, but different, maybe with Andy on the receiving end? thank you x"
"Andy, it's your turn this month," Serena said.
"Huh? For what?" Andrea asked as she washed her hands.
"To assist her," Emily said, rolling her eyes as she finished applying another coat of mascara.
"OH. That. So, what do I do?" Andrea asked.
"First, you have to go get tested. She needs assurance that you don't carry any diseases. She will ask for your results, and from there, you do what she says," Serena said.
"Also, you must remain monogamous to her for the entire month, so no boffing Nate," Emily added.
"Uh, not to worry. Nate left."
Emily shrugged and returned to the mirror, this time with lip gloss.
"So, where does it happen?" Andrea asked.
"Anywhere. You do what she says," Serena said. "She likes the town car, the back room of the closet, and lately, her studio apartment in Brooklyn."
"And how do I know what she wants? Like where to touch her?"
Serena laughed. "You do not touch her unless she explicitly tells you," she said, "and relax, she actually speaks what's on her mind for the most part. If we're in the apartment, she ties me to the bed," Serena said. "Said something about my limbs being too long."
"Oh god," Andrea said, laughing and shaking her head. "I can't believe this is happening. So, uh, if you're tied up, how can you—I mean—?"
"Don't worry, she'll make it work. She sits on my face."
"What about you, Em?" Andrea asked. "Does she ever want, you know, fingers?"
"Depends. Lately, she's been into this strap-on. It's much quicker, really. It gets her off right away."
"But," Serena added, "if she's in a hurry, she'll make you wear it over your clothes, and that gets messy, so be sure to keep a change of clothes in your bag all the time."
Andrea frowned. "And why is it messy?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Bloody hell, are you really that prudish? She gets wet—really wet—and you certainly can't show up to the office with her dried, sticky come all over your slacks!"
"Oh, uh, right," Andrea said, blushing.
"Jocelyn told me," Serena whispered, leaning closer, "that Miranda even wore the dildo with her, but that she pulled out as soon as Joce orgasmed."
"Wait, so I can't—you know?"
"No!"
"God no! Andrea, this is about her pleasure."
"And if I do something wrong? I mean, I've been here seven months already and never had to do this."
"We tried to keep you off the calendar. She insisted you finish the month of December."
"Who did it in Paris?" Andrea asked.
"No one! Can't you see that's why she's been a raging madwoman?" Emily said.
"Well," Serena said with a smile, "She might have been having it off with Jacqueline."
"Ooh, I forgot. That's right," Emily said.
"What?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Whenever Jacqueline is in New York, she gives us time off," she said.
Just then, Andrea's phone rang. Seeing it was Miranda, she answered right away.
"Be ready at 7pm sharp. Roy will pick you up." The call ended as soon as it began.
"So, tonight at seven," she said. "That's six hours from now. Where can I go to get a test?"
"Here," Serena said, pulling a card from her purse.
"But, this is Miranda's doctor," Andrea said.
"Just tell them you work for Miranda. Call now, they should be back from lunch. Good luck!"
"And don't worry. She's actually…well, nice. You'll see."
Andrea took a deep breath. We'll see.
Before she knew it, she received a text from Roy that he was waiting downstairs. She had carefully packed a spare skirt and underwear in her bag. As the town car approached a generic-looking four-flat in Brooklyn, she received a text from Miranda: I'll buzz you in. Third floor, end of the hall.
When she made it upstairs, Miranda stood next to the open door as if it was a suite at the Four Seasons. Andrea kept her eyes down as she walked inside. Miranda shut and locked the door behind her.
Miranda was looking amazing today in a high-waisted pencil skirt and blouse. Andrea suppressed the thought of peeling that skirt off her body.
"Your results?" Miranda asked with her hand outstretched.
Andrea quickly pulled the envelope from her purse. When Miranda finished looking it over, she handed it back.
"You will have no other sexual partners during this time. You will not speak a word to anyone, including me. We do not discuss this. Safe word?"
"Huh?" Andrea asked.
"Apple," Miranda said. "If you need me to stop at any point, say 'apple'—that's your word." She watched as Andrea's eyes widened. "Andrea, I am not going to hurt you," she said. "Please don't be afraid to use it if you need to stop at any point. We will stop immediately, no questions asked. Do you have any questions?"
Andrea shook her head.
"Andrea, now is the time to ask. I won't give you this opportunity again."
"What if—what if I'm not good? If I can't please you?" Andrea said quietly.
Miranda grinned. "Darling, I have no doubts that you can offer me immense pleasure with very little effort. Don't be nervous. We'll go slow the first few times, finding what works best. When you're comfortable, things will pick up."
"Yes, Miranda."
"Let us begin. You will wear this," Miranda said, handing over a harness and strap-on. "Go on, take off your skirt and get on the bed." She turned around and unzipped her skirt, slowly peeling it off.
Andrea did as Miranda asked, and tried to hide her embarrassment. Her eyes were glued to Miranda's legs as she carefully rolled down her stockings.
"Scoot back," Miranda directed. "Lean against the headboard, and rearrange the pillows if you need," she said.
Andrea repositioned herself and closed her eyes. Her hands were at her sides and her feet were flat on the bed. She felt the mattress shift, and nearly jumped off the bed when she felt Miranda's cold hands on her legs.
"Relax," Miranda said softly. She straightened Andrea's legs out, softly massaging them before she straddled her. She reached over to the nightstand and squirted a few drops of lubricant onto her hands, then spread it over the exposed appendage. "Hmmm," she hummed in pleasure as she sank down onto the shaft.
Andrea's eyes were squeezed shut as Miranda rocked her hips in a fascinating rhythm. She slowed as she unbuttoned her blouse. Tossing it to the floor, she leaned forward and gripped the headboard just above Andrea's head. Her breathing grew ragged as her rhythm picked up. She began exhaling in short bursts, and soon, she collapsed atop Andrea.
Miranda felt the small body stiffen beneath her, and she pushed herself up, rolling off to the side. "See how easy that was?" she said. "Roy will drop you back at the office, or actually, why don't you just take a cab home?"
When there was no response, Miranda sat up and looked over at the young brunette, who had her hands covering her face. Miranda quickly wrapped her silk robe around her body, and kneeled next to her.
"Andrea, are you okay?" she asked, gently placing her hand on the young woman's forearm. She pulled Andrea's arm away from her face and was surprised to see she had been crying. "Andrea, open your eyes. Look at me," Miranda demanded.
Reluctantly, she did. And she certainly wasn't prepared for the kindness and warmth she met in Miranda's eyes.
"Andrea? Please say something," Miranda said.
"I'm sorry, Miranda. I—I just don't think I'm right for this," she said as she sat up.
Miranda took her hand. "I won't force you. I won't fire you."
"Why are you being so nice?" Andrea asked. She was trembling.
"Come here," Miranda said, opening her arms and hugging the young woman. "Shh, it's okay, I won't hurt you," Miranda said as she gently stroked her hair.
"I don't get it, Miranda. What is this? What's going on? What do you want from me? Why don't you just use a vibrator?"
"I don't know. It's not the same."
"Why did you want me this time?" Andrea asked.
"You've caught my eye several times over the past six months," she said, "and I believe I have caught yours, too, no?"
"So you want me? That's what it's about?"
"There's no need to complicate this. Just imagine it like a friends-with-benefits thing."
"But the rules and everything—"
"I made the no touching rule for Emily because she couldn't keep her hands off me when she started. The 'do as I say' one came about because Serena was becoming a bit too, uh, experimental."
"And the—uh, the—the orgasms? Jocelyn?"
"Oh, I forgot about that. She was grunting like a caveman one day and it was a bit too loud for the town car," Miranda said with a smirk.
"So it's not just about your pleasure?"
"Well it still is. It always was. But I find pleasure in other ways, too."
Andrea nodded. "I guess I should put my skirt on and get a cab," she said.
"Unless you'd like me to return the favor," Miranda said.
"Well, I guess I have time for that," Andrea said with a wink.
A/N: I love Telanu's story and wouldn't want to try and replicate it, so the only idea I really went with from that is the idea that the ladies at Runway have an unwritten job description. That being said, I wasn't happy where this was going, so it's kind of an abrupt ending, but oh well. enjoy!