This wakes me up from wherever I have been to. Being with Mike had led me into a trance…I had brought my guard down..almost.. forgetting the reality of this cruel ocean of life that is ready to drown anyone who loosens his hold on the sail of his ship. In a flash I am back to who I am or who I pretend to be..THE BITCH.
I grab a handful of Zachary's shirt and pull him towards me. I hiss at him…my voice dripping with seduction,"
Where would you like me to tease your cock?"
I feel Zachary flinch in my hold in shock of the sudden change in my demeanor. He then quickly regains his composure as I let go of him. " Well follow me Miss. Steele", he says and then quickly strides away towards the other end of the room. I hesitantly follow him without a second glance at Mike, because I am too afraid to meet his eyes. I am afraid to confirm my thoughts which are hitting my head like a freight train. What he must be thinking of me? That I am a whore? My irrational mind laughs at my thoughts.. what are you then if you are not a whore.. u have random dicks in your cunt and mouth every other day.. and you call yourself a saint!
Shut up mind..! I don't have time for second thoughts.. Then the word pops into my mind like an answer to every question running through my mind or the many others that are about to follow..REVENGE!
I find myself inside a room dimly illuminated with neon lights. The aura of the room shouts sex! It holds the musky yet arousing smell of coitus. Zachary goes behind me to close the door and then retreats to his position in front of me.
"Katherine told me that you are new to this lifestyle and that you are interested to learn a few tricks from me. So want to play the sub tonight I presume."
" No your presumption is wrong. I never play a sub.. moreover I wanna learn to play a dom.. well if you want to know what I am here for especially..i will bare you the information gladly", I say him with an evil smirk on my face.
"Please do then".
" I have heard that you make people approach mind blowing orgasms with whips, canes, crops and cat o'nines..i want you to teach me that technique.."
"Be my guest", he says as he climbs out of his dressing.
I am sitting on the wrought iron bed with Zachary's head against my brassiere clad chest. I usually don't provide this after care ..but this time is different.
"Are you sure you didn't know anything about what we did today?",he inquires breathily.
" "
" Well then you are the best student I have ever had".
"No, you are a very good teacher".
"That I am..and you are welcome", he replies with pride in his voice.
Good teacher my foot! I am eligible to be the principal of the school from where you have learned these tricks bastard!
"So from where have you learned so much?"
"The owner of this club..he taught me".
Yes! Now keep him talking. I quickly straddle him and place my ass on his penis. Then I start swaying my hips to and fro, rubbing him. He starts moaning and a line of curses leave his mouth.
" Oh my! What are..oh shit… yes like.. that.. fuck dun stop..", his eyes roll back as his mind swims in extreme pleasure.
" He must be a great man".
"Whoooohh?"
" The owner..whats his name?"
"Stevpphannn Mmmorton..ohh yes"
" Does he live here? In Portland? ", I ask him, my words dripping with curiosity. But he is just too distracted to notice.
" In CCsseattle..ssss"
" Where in Seattle?"
" oh baby.. I am close"
"Tell me where in Seattle.. or I will stop", I lessen my speed.
" In Heathman hotel…he is now.. for an audition.. please don't ..ahh" , saying this he finds his release and collapses on the bed.
I climb down and sit there in shock. Morton is in Seattle..that too Heathman..so close yet so far.
I quickly get dressed and start to leave. I leave behind a note.
"Hope you enjoyed the session. Thanks for improving my skills. "
I rush out of the club in a hurry, not looking towards the bar for even once.
I enter my hotel room in Portland. I climb out of my clothes and drop them in the laundry bag. Then I run myself a hot bath. After having some noodles for dinner( that I have ordered through room service), I lie down on the bed. The cool sheet on my naked body feels like heaven. I am beyond exhausted. I have not had sex with Zachary, but I still feel dirty. The fact that he is acquainted with Morton, makes me scrunch my nose in disgust.
Whatever, today was not a waste at least. Now I know the whereabouts of that asshole. I slumber into a deep sleep thinking of the various ways I would torture him to death.
I wake up with a start. The sunlight from the window is warming my exposed legs. My heart is still pounding and the wetness is still evident between my legs. It was an erotic dream. I had dreamt of last night. I was whipping him, canning him.. and he was shouting his release again and again. I was straddling him, stroking him..he was moaning my name..he was Mike.
Grey-eyed beautiful bastard - Mike.
I drop the disturbing thoughts and get ready for the day. I am off to Seattle.
I call Mia when I am in a taxi. I tell her about what happened in the club and then ask her to find out about any audition that might be occurring in Heathman. Almost instantly I hear the clicking of keys in 100km/hr.
God Mia!
" No…I can't get any info about any audition there.. wait let me dig in further I will inform you..if I get hold of something."
With this she hangs up. I call Kate and tell her about my progress in the case. Mia and Kate are the only people whom I have trusted with this information.
" Kate can you use your contacts to find out anything about it at all?"
"ya I will try…mmm", she says but her voice sounds a bit distracted. Suddenly I hear a male voice in the background.
" Kate.. are you busy with someone?"
"yes..i mean..no nothing like that.. actually I will call you later, bye ", with this she hangs up.
Hell! What's up with her. Hope she is okay.
In the evening
I am about to leave after my day's work when Ms. Susan enters with a young lady.
Mrs. Susan pulls me aside and whispers to me, " Sorry Ana. I know its late but please take care of this customer. She is Mrs. Parkinson. She is very important and you are the best here."
" She is Ana. She will make you look like a goddess… haha..i mean you are already very beautiful..she will just.. I mean..", with this Mrs. Susan lets out a nervous giggle.
She says this line, " you are very beautiful and Ana will make you look like a goddess", minus the nervousness, minus the stutter and minus the truth, to every customer we have. But this time she says this line truthfully with nervousness and stutters.
I say 'truthfully' because I can see that the lady standing in front of me is a piece of art.
Her face is light brown but buttery. She has high cheek bones, big green eyes and thin red lips. Her beautiful face is lined with black curls that reach her waist. She is wearing a tight green wrap dress which matches with her bright eyes. A diamond choker is wrapped around her throat. She smiles at me politely. The ways she carries her tall petite frame, the way she smiles.. everything about her looks threatening.
I return her smile and get her seated in front of the large mirror.
" What's the occasion Mrs. Parkinson?", I ask her politely.
" It's a..i want to get my hair highlighted. I am going to wear red.. so dress me accordingly. Anyone who sees me tonight should get just two words in mind, that is, sexy and threatening. Not beautiful, not gorgeous, and definitely not cute."
This is a first. Someone wants to look threatening and sexy.
I start to work. By the time I am finished, I am sure of two things. Firstly, that she is a dominatrix( by the way she was ordering me around) and secondly, that she is going to THE auction.
