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Bo gripped the wheel tighter as the smirk on her face betrayed the rush of exhilaration she was feeling at the moment. The coke in her system made her body come alive and she could literally feel every inch of her skin buzzing with the high from the white powdery goodness. Bo slammed on the clutch as she shifted gears and the engine of her V-8 Granturismo groaned as the car roared down the street at speeds well over the posted limits.

RING RING

Bo licked her teeth lightly with her tongue as she smiled and hit a button on the dash board connecting her blue tooth to her phone. "Hey there sexy."

Kenzi rolled her eyes as she smiled into the phone. She was used to Bo's antics and often wondered if the girl had an off switch. "Meet me at your house. I have questions for you."

Bo grinned and made a sharp turn down an empty street diverting her away from the bar she was going to and towards her mansion in the hills. "Why counselor are there some briefs that you need me to see?"

Kenzi snorted. "Just get here, I'm waiting."

Bo hit another button and ended the call as she steered her beloved Maserati down the streets of the affluent neighborhood to her house. Even though Bo lived in the crème de la crème of ritzy neighborhoods her six figure sports car still managed to turn heads whenever she came down the street and she relished in the looks of envy and lust she got when driving it. All black with blacked out mirrors it really was a sight to behold and she loved that car more than anything in the world.

She turned into her gated estate and drove down the long driveway before bringing her car gently to a stop next to the cherry red Cayman GTS parked near the entrance. Bo shut the engine off and watched with some interest as a pair of long legs made their appearance from the driver's side of the Porsche. Bo licked her teeth absentmindedly again as she let her eyes wander up the owner of said legs starting with the red bottomed black Louboutins and up the lithe legs that went on for days before taking in the relatively plain looking all black skirt suit the woman was wearing.

Bo smiled as she climbed out of her baby and shut the door gently. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were stalking me."

The shorter woman smiled. "Is that a problem?"

Bo smirked as she sauntered over to her. "No, I like knowing you like to watch."

Kenzi rolled her eyes and pulled a file out and waived it in front of Bo. "Shall we go inside?"

Bo nodded and licked her lips feeling her adrenaline pumping. It's always been a bit of a cat and mouse game with her friend who happened to be an attorney for the SEC. The mission of the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission is to protect investors, maintain fair, orderly, and efficient markets, and facilitate capital formation. In plain English that meant it was Kenzi's job to make sure people like Bo didn't screw over their clients. And while Bo may be good at what she did Kenzi was better at what she did and it was her being so good at her job that resulted in the pair meeting in the first place.

Kenzi Malikov was an up and coming attorney in the US Attorney's office when she was put on a high profile corporate case. She had maneuvered the red tape expertly and after basically playing both sides against each other she had managed to secure herself a top office with the SEC and now she had people like Bo and other powerful money makers as both friends and enemies. In this instance it was a friends with benefits type of situation but in a non-traditional way of course. See, it was Bo's case that Kenzi was put on and after some finagling of information and more importantly wire transfers Kenzi found herself with a new zip code and a hundred thousand dollar car and Bo found herself with a friend on the inside. It was a win-win.

Bo led Kenzi into her home and shut the door behind them locking it and setting the alarm to engage the outdoor sensors. She was never one to let her guard down and for her she was always on the clock so it was no telling which of her current or former clients would show up at her house for various reasons at all hours of the night. Kenzi followed Bo into the main sitting room and took a seat on one of the extravagantly expensive couches while Bo poured them a drink before handing a glass to Kenzi and taking a seat across from her happy to finally take off her Manolo Blahnik's that were giving her feet hell.

Kenzi sipped the aged Macallan before setting the glass down and opening the file she had brought with her. She leaned back and glanced at the contents allowing Bo time to get a good look at her long legs as she crossed them inconspicuously. It was part of their game and Kenzi knew the brunette across from her had taken her time admiring what she'd put out on display. "So, Charles Winston. Your client is now apparently a multimillionaire."

Bo licked her lips as she unbuttoned the jacket of her Prada business suit and leaned back with her drink still in hand. She took a deep breath as she felt the effects of the coke wearing off and she was suddenly very aware of her briefcase that was sitting about ten feet away and perhaps more importantly the vial she'd gotten from Raymond just a few hours ago. "What about him?"

Bo slowly sat forward and stood up to retrieve her briefcase and the precious contents within. Kenzi knew about Bo's dabbling in the recreational side of drugs and while she didn't necessarily like it she tolerated it because it really wasn't her business to tell the thirty-something year old how to live her life. She watched Bo snort a bit of the powder and wipe her nose delicately before the telltale signs of the drug took over and the stock broker took a seat a bit too close to her on the couch. "Better?"

Bo ran her tongue over her front teeth as she inhaled slightly and smiled. "Much. So what about Charlie Winston?"

Kenzi raised an eyebrow and looked at her carefully before continuing. "It's rather convenient that he sold off 5 million in shares the day before the pharmaceutical company was going to be hit with an indictment over marketing non-USDA approved drugs."

Bo smiled as she leaned back and took a sip of the Macallan she had poured earlier. "Good news travels fast to you suit types. And what can I say, we must have impeccable timing."

Kenzi smiled. "Or you knew the R&D team leaked to the Feds."

Bo raised an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting?"

Kenzi smiled. "I believe the technical term is insider trading."

Bo smiled sweetly as she eyed Kenzi's body once again. The coke was causing havoc on her libido and she was having a hard time keeping her hands off the attractive attorney. "I don't know anyone at the company."

Kenzi laughed. "Dyson does. Pity though, what happened to him."

Bo sat up. "What? What are you talking about?"

Kenzi told Bo to turn on the TV and sure enough there was a breaking news story about the high powered broker being found beaten and naked in the sewers outside the Federal building downtown. Bo took a calming breath as she turned back to Kenzi with a raised eyebrow. "How did you know?"

Kenzi shrugged. "I have friends at the news station. They thought I'd be interested in one of the best stock brokers in the city being killed."

Bo bit the inside of her cheek as she turned back to the TV with a look of slight disbelief ghosting across her features. She knew Kenzi was baiting her, they both knew Dyson was a shitty stock broker, but she was digging around to see if Bo knew anything about his death. Just then Bo's phone beeped but she made no move to answer it knowing exactly who it was.

Kenzi watched Bo carefully for any signs of recognition about Dyson being killed but all she was rewarded with was a smirk from the brunette. "Seems you have lots of friends in lots of places."

Kenzi nodded. "I do."

Bo smiled. "Good to know."

Kenzi nodded sensing that their game was over. She picked up the drink that Bo had poured for her earlier and raised it up in a salute before tossing it back in one gulp. She set it down firmly on the table and smiled sweetly at Bo as she motioned to the file on Charlie Winston. "Wall Street is going to have questions Bo. Be prepared to have answers."

Bo nodded with a smirk on her face. "Isn't that what I have you for?"

Kenzi shook her head. "We both know that's not the only thing you have me for." She winked at Bo and picked up the file as she headed towards the exit. She walked up the marble steps of the entrance before turning back to Bo with a serious look. "I am sorry about Dyson though Bo. Really. He was a nice guy."

Bo smiled and nodded as she followed Kenzi to the door. "Thanks. And let's plan on dinner later this week. I'm sure I'll have those answers you are looking for."

They smiled at each other understanding the double meaning behind the words as Kenzi nodded and exited the house quickly. It was a thin line that she walked when Bo was concerned but at the end of the day she had to admit she cared for the stock broker, even if it would never amount to anything more than their game of cat and mouse.

Back inside the house Bo took a few deep breaths as she stared at the television in total shock. Just a few hours ago that sack of shit was sitting next to her and now he was dead most likely thanks to Raymond and hers "solution" that she offered at the restaurant. Her phone beeped again and she picked it up in annoyance. You offer good solutions, consider your discount permanent. Bo sighed as she downed her drink and threw the empty glass against the wall with a scream.

Bo Dennis was a lot of things. She was smart, aggressive, perhaps a bit too arrogant for her britches but she was not a killer. She eyed the mess she'd made and huffed before she grabbed her briefcase and headed out in a rush. She stopped only to take another hit of the powder before climbing into her BMW M5 and heading towards town. The M5 was her "play car" and she usually drove it instead of her Maserati when she didn't want to be as noticed. She had someone to see and make sure the best day of her life didn't turn out to be her worst.

Across town two blondes were laughing and relaxing on the couch after having enjoyed a night out on the town. Tamsin was leaning back against the edge of the sofa while Lauren was curled into her lap. The shorter blonde played with the fingers of her girlfriend lightly as she sighed and smiled. "Tonight was fun."

Tamsin nodded. "It was. Nice change of pace from our normal nights huh?"

The pair shared a laugh as they looked at each other knowingly. To say looks can be deceiving is an understatement and to the rest of the world the pair were just two successful women in their fields of Psychology and the Culinary Arts. "Do you have clients tomorrow?"

Lauren smiled and flipped through her phone. "Yes, one at eleven and one at two. Apparently my OCD patient is not taking his meds, imagine that."

They shared a laugh and Tamsin nodded. "And then after?"

Lauren smiled and turned to look at her. "Then after I will be otherwise engaged."

Tamsin smirked. "So dedicated to your work. Always looking to help those in need."

Lauren smiled. "You know I do. Speaking of which, I have to go."

Tamsin nodded and glanced at her own phone. "You have an hour…"

She raised an eyebrow and looked at Lauren for clarification. For the most part Tamsin was easygoing and relaxed but she was known to have a temper and a mean streak which was probably why she was such a successful Chef. Owning her own restaurant for the past five years, Tamsin had built quite the reputation for being as ruthless in business as she was great at creating wonderfully tasting meals and her reputation often proceeded her. She was a take charge person who did whatever was needed to get what she wanted. Once she set her sights on something she became enamored with it and there was nothing stopping her. It was her best and worst characteristic.

Just like her temper.

In fact it was her confidence and slight arrogance that Lauren first noticed and probably the reason Tamsin and Bo never quite worked out. They were both a bit too head strong, too aggressive, too dominant for one another. But apart, they were friends, they were enemies, they were two halves of the same person in different bodies.

To her credit however, Lauren knew how to deal with Tamsin and handled her quite well. She let her walk the line of the Alpha female in their relationship but she was more than capable of putting her foot down when needed and Tamsin respected her for that immensely. Most people were too afraid to put her in her place but Lauren managed to do it with ease and grace and the pair really complimented one another very well. By no means was Tamsin abusive towards Lauren and in no way did Lauren take advantage of the taller blonde but rather they seemed to manage existing in a symbiotic relationship that worked to each other's strengths and downplayed their weaknesses.

Lauren smiled and sauntered back over to where Tamsin was still sitting on the couch looking at her expectantly. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around her neck and leaned into bite her lip lightly. "There's an accident on the main road honey. And I don't want to be late."

Lauren nodded to the TV with her head and sure enough Tamsin could see the news report about the accident backing up traffic for miles. She smiled goofily and nodded as she pulled Lauren in for a kiss. "Okay, have fun and be safe."

Lauren let her lips linger on Tamsin's for a second longer before smiling and nodding. "I will. And I will. Are you coming by later?"

Tamsin nodded as she took a sip of the wine she was drinking. "Probably, I need to make a stop first though."

She looked at Lauren knowingly and the shorter blonde smiled before kissing her once more and standing up and turning to leave. Tamsin watched her walk away with a smile on her face and she knew Lauren was in a playful mood tonight which was bad news for everyone else but good news for her at the end of the night. She continued to sip her wine as she heard her girlfriend leave and absentmindedly watched the news report about a body found in the sewer in front of the Federal building downtown.

Meanwhile Lauren smiled as she guided the Hunter Green 1959 Jaguar XK150 S Roadster down the street carefully en route to her destination. She loved this car perhaps more than life itself and often got asked how she was able to afford it on her salary. Being a Psychologist had its perks, like she could make her own hours and work from almost anywhere, but financially she was barely making over $100K so people often wondered how she had the money to purchase it. She just explained that she came from old money and it was handed down through her family and people never batted an eye once she told them that. It was a secret thrill to her knowing exactly how she paid for it and if she had to analyze herself she would probably come up with some sort of almost sociopathic diagnosis as she took joy in her "other" life.

Lauren steered the Roadster into the parking garage of one of the swankiest buildings in downtown. The guard at the gate smiled at her as she breezed by and she parked in her usual spot a few feet from the door. Knowing the manager of the establishment had its perks and like most things Lauren always got the best of whatever she wanted. She grabbed her bag and headed inside where she was greeted by the receptionist who smiled at her and handed her an envelope. Lauren continued on to her "office" if you will and set her bag down on the chair pulling out her change of clothes.

She opened the envelope and set the contents down on the table and skimmed through it as she changed her clothes slowly. She took her time and memorized the details wanting to make sure she would be able to recall them in an instant if necessary. One perk of being an accomplished Psychologist was that she had a keen memory and was able to quickly remember details about a person or a list of information that was provided to her, something that benefited her in all aspects of life and something that Tamsin found slightly aggravating about her.

Once she was confident that she memorized what she needed to she put the contents back into the envelope and put her bag in the drawer in the room. She exited back out towards the lobby and handed the envelope to the receptionist with a smile. "Here you go."

The young girl smiled and nodded as she handed Lauren a key. "Room five."

Lauren nodded and took the key as she made her way down the plush hallway towards room five. As she walked she thought about all the times she made this similar journey and it amazed her that she'd been able to keep this up for so long. She thought it was going to be a one time or even maybe a two time thing but after two years she found herself really enjoying this. She paused in front of the door as she always did and took a deep breath before hardening her face and walking in the dimly lit room.

"Hi."

The man sitting in the chair gave her a nervous smile and Lauren ignored his greeting before walking over to him quietly but efficiently. "You were given a copy of the rules?"

The man looked at her in slight trepidation and nodded. Lauren sighed and looked at him with annoyance. "Yes or no?"

The man's eyebrows went up slightly. "Y-yes."

Lauren nodded. "Do you have any questions?"

The man shook his head at first and when Lauren raised her eyebrow he looked down swiftly. "No. N-no questions."

Lauren nodded again as she studied him. He was an average looking man probably one you would pass on the street without even giving him a second glance. However, according to the info on him he was actually quite wealthy and a successful business owner who had a wife, three kids and liked to vacation in the Bahamas. Lauren walked around him slowly and looked at him with a curious eye before coming to a stop in front of him. "Your safe word is…starboard."

Lauren had recalled often using this word when nothing else was obvious mostly because it amused her but also because she loved to go sailing with Tamsin when their schedules allowed. It wasn't something she necessarily prided herself in but she'd heard this word called out on more than one occasion and each time she did it made her skin tingle.

The man didn't say anything and Lauren stared at him with a hard look in her eye. "Do you understand what your safe word is?"

The man nodded. "Yes."

Lauren smiled for the first time as she leaned down and looked him in the eye with a teasing smile. "And you are here under your own accord correct? You are not being coerced or held here against your will?"

The man shook his head and stuttered again. "N-no."

Lauren stood up and removed her robe revealing the leather corset one piece and thigh high stockings she wore to complete the outfit. She turned and locked the door and smiled at the man before briefly glancing up to the camera in the corner and winking subtly as she turned back towards him. "Then let's begin."

The man wasn't sure what to do or say so he waited for her to initiate something. Lauren walked in a slow circle around him letting her fingers run along his shoulders as she smiled down at him. "Are you up for anything Eddy?"

It was the first time Lauren had acknowledged his name even though she recalled it immediately and it was all part of the act. She needed to make him feel comfortable before proceeding. The man, Eddy apparently, nodded and looked up at her only to be met with her palm coming down hard across his face before she grabbed it roughly with one hand and pushed his face forward. "Do not look at me. If I ask you a question the answer is yes Mistress or no Mistress understood?"

Eddy shook his head in slight confusion before staring straight ahead and nodding. "Yes Mistress."

Lauren smiled as she nodded. "Now get up and stand on the mark there."

As he got up and moved over to where she directed him Lauren once again glanced up to the camera in the corner. She smiled briefly before turning her attention back to him and starting in on her planned routine.

Fifteen miles away in their comfortable home Tamsin chuckled as she watched the events unfold on her iPad. There were cameras in all the rooms to make sure the girls were okay. Mostly however Tamsin used the cameras to keep an eye on Lauren and make sure she specifically wasn't put in any danger. Even though Lauren was in control some of the male clients they had were strong and aggressive and she knew it wasn't totally safe for Lauren to be doing what she was doing. As Tamsin watched Lauren do her thing with her client she had to smile to herself. Seeing her girlfriend like this was beyond hot and the tall blonde knew the more worked up Lauren got doing this the more rewards she would collect when her girlfriend returned home.