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"The body has been identified as Dyson Thornwood. Mr. Thornwood is a stockbroker for a local stockbroker firm. Police are still in the preliminary stages of the investigation and the cause of death has not been determined yet, but police are looking to rule this one as a murder case. We'll have further news on this story as it develops." The newscaster said as he looked into the camera.

Evony had her lips firmly pressed together as she turned off the TV. She was trying to hold back on the rage she wanted to release, but she was unable to and she threw the remote at the wall the TV was mounted on. She got of bed yelling, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Her current bed mate was laying on his side with his head propped up on his hand and he had a concerned look on his face as he asked, "What's the matter sexy? You know that guy or something?"

Evony glared at the man and scowled, "You need to leave. Now."

The man pulled the sheet off his naked body and got up offhandedly remarking, "And I see the frigid bitch is back again."

Evony rolled her eyes in irritation as she mocked him, "And I see you're back to being a little bitch. Leave Vince or I'll have security escort you out."

The man bent over and picked up his pants then as he put them on he stared her down, "You know what Ev?" Evony arched an eyebrow at him and he continued, "Consider us through. I don't have time to be a part of your bull shit games anymore."

Evony was trying to hold on to what little patience that she did have and in the end she failed, "Vince let's not pretend this is something it isn't." She bluntly stated, "You're a convenient lay." Then she dug her verbal barbs deeper, "And even then you're not a good one. Your dick is smaller than my pinkie toe and I don't come. So get the fuck out of my apartment before this ends badly for you."

Vince squared up his jaw and straightened his shoulders trying to intimidate her. Evony did not have time for his crap tonight. Shit was about to hit the fan and she needed to deal with it promptly. Evony went over to her night table and opened it. When she pulled out the G30S Glock and pointed it at Vince the man lost all his bravado exclaiming, "Shit Ev! You don't need to pull out a gun."

"Well then get the fuck out of my house."

Vince got the rest of his clothes then scurried out the room. Evony dropped her arm and held onto the gun loosely as she rubbed her forehead with her other hand. Dyson was the other half of this little venture and with him dead it was definitely going to go south fast especially once the service's clientele found out that he was dead. It would scare them away. Evony put the gun back into the drawer and as she closed it she picked up her phone and dialled a number.

Tamisn was watching Lauren work over her client on the iPad when her phone began to ring. Tamsin swore under her breath. She wasn't supposed to be working at the service tonight, but she was on-call in case something happened. She looked at the display and her eyebrow instantly went up when she saw the name on it. Tamsin answered the phone then got comfortable on the couch again, "What's up?"

"You need to get over here." Evony ordered as she walked into her closet to get the black silk robe that was hanging on a hook in her walk-in closet.

The corner of Tamsin's lip curved up as she watched as Lauren delivered several lashes to the man that was bound to the table. He wasn't following her orders and Tamsin could tell it was pissing Lauren off by how brutal she was being. Her girlfriend would like to say that she didn't derive any pleasure from the masochistic torture that she delivered to their clients, but Tamsin knew otherwise. She could tell Lauren got a rush from it. From the cold and calculated way she delivered lashings with a riding crop to when she grabbed a handful of a submissive's hair and verbally degraded them; the glint Lauren got in her eyes could only be compared to when someone was on a high. And it turned Tamsin on to no end to see her well composed girlfriend being a cold-hearted bitch to willing victims. "I can't come over. Lauren's working."

Evony smiled as she walked into the living room and headed to the bar in the corner. She poured herself a glass of vintage red wine and took a sip before she said, "Even better. We're in trouble and we need to figure shit out before the whole operation either lands us in jail or we start losing clientele."

Tamsin scoffed as she continued to watch Lauren. She was now conducting nipple torture and Tamsin's own nipples hardened in response. She wasn't into the scene, but sometimes thinking about Lauren bringing her dominant persona to the bedroom at home and being tortured by her sent a shot of arousal through Tamsin. "We're not dealing in prostitution."

"The jizz stains on the floor will say otherwise when the Feds bust down the door." Evony countered. She hated this Tamsin. The domesticated Tamsin that stayed at home. She used to have a sense of adventure. Well she still had some, but she used to have more.

Tamsin rolled her eyes at Evony's comment and turned off the iPad then sighed, "I'll be there in a few."

Evony grinned as she started to head for her bedroom. "Great. Have Scott let you in when you get here."

Tamsin couldn't help but to chuckle at the excitement in Evony's voice. They had known each other a long time now and she knew the woman rarely showed excitement. And when she did money was usually involved. Tamsin headed over to the front door and as she put on her motorcycle boots she commented, "I still have my key Ev."

"I thought I took that from you." Evony commented as she walked into her cavernous closet. She had a continuous smirk on her face as she picked out something to wear for when she got out of the shower.

Tamsin slipped on her black leather jacket and pointed out, "You started to, but something changed your mind."

Evony couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face, "I wonder what that could have been."

Tamsin chuckled while she shook her head and got her keys. She headed out the door then as she locked it she told Evony, "Yeah I wonder too. I've got to go Ev."

Evony rolled her eyes and said, "Fine then. I'll see you when you get here."

They disconnected the call and Tamsin headed out to the garage. When she got there she hopped on her all black Ninja and started it up after she put on her matching black helmet. As soon as the door opened she took off. Meanwhile Evony was walking into her luxurious bathroom to take a shower so she could freshen up for her late night guest. She had to get the stench of Vince off of her.

Tamsin got to the building that housed Evony's penthouse and she pulled up to the code box that lifted the gate. When it lifted she rode into the garage and parked in the spot next to Evony's red F Type convertible Jaguar. Tamsin got off her bike then confidently strode over to the private elevator that only went up to the two floors of Evony's penthouse. In the brief elevator ride she thought about her and Evony's relationship. They had known each other years prior to the service starting up. Tamsin used to do catering for high-profile clients before opening the restaurant and because Evony was a woman of society they ran in the same circles and would run into each other at the same functions. The elevator dinged and when the door opened to reveal a well decorated foyer Tamsin just shook her head. She headed to the main entrance and unlocked the door. As she walked into the entrance hall Scott, Evony's bodyguard, was standing by it and when he saw her he let out a deep chuckled, "I wasn't expecting to see you tonight. I thought it was your night off with the shrink?"

Tamsin walked into the sitting area as she shrugged out of her leather jacket then she tossed it over the back of the couch and told him, "Lauren had some appointments tonight."

Scott slowly nodded and before their conversation could go any further Evony interrupted, "Scott I do think it is time for you to leave for the evening."

Tamsin watched as Evony made her way down the stairs wearing nothing but a black silk robe that stopped a bit above mid-thigh level and she was wearing a pair of black Giuseppe heels. Tamsin bit her bottom lip as watched as the brown haired woman as she descended the stairs. Evony kept her eyes locked on Tamsin's as she walked down the stairs. She was hoping to make an impression on the blonde and clearly it was working. Tamsin followed her every move. Even when she walked over the bar to make them drinks. Evony got the bottle of scotch and as she poured Tamsin's drink she ordered, "Scott it is time for you to go."

Tamsin watched as the man hesitated a second then he headed for the door. After he left Tamsin locked the door behind him then met Evony at the couch. She took her drink from the woman and smiled, "Sending Scott away? I thought this was business."

Evony sat down on the couch and she made sure to make a show of it. When she sat the robe rode up exposing more of her thighs to Tamsin and she had it loosely tied, so when she sat down the top of it opened up giving Tamsin a nice view of her cleavage. Tamsin was only human and she did appreciate the view Evony was giving her. Tamsin sat next to Evony on the couch. They were close, but not close enough. Evony sipped her fresh glass of wine then replied, "It is business. And when it comes to business with you, I like a little privacy Tam." Evony let her eyes roam over Tamsin. The dark blue v-neck shirt she was wearing along with the tight jeans made the blonde look like an ad for Calvin Klein. And Evony bit her lip as her thoughts began to wander to getting Tamsin out of those jeans.

Tamsin saw the look on Evony's face. She was certain there was business to talk about because Evony did make it sound like there was an urgent matter on the phone, but at the moment the look on the other woman's face told her that business would have to be handled later. Tamsin took a long drink from her glass then she placed it on the coffee table before she turned and faced Evony. Evony stared into Tamsin's clear blue eyes and the blonde smirked, "Ev….just tell me what you want."

Evony gulped down some wine. She knew what she wanted and she knew all she had to do was ask for it. Evony put her glass down on the table and as she sat back against the couch Tamsin undid the sash for her robe. Tamsin slid her fingers between the two pieces of fabric to open the robe up and when she did Tamsin was met with an unexpected surprise. Evony was wearing a vibrant green lingerie set that consisted of a lace thong and a matching lace bra that Tamsin could easily see her nipples through. Tamsin lightly ran her fingertips up Evony's taut stomach then leaned in to kiss her neck and murmured, "Is that for me?"

Evony turned her head and saw the playful look in Tamsin's eyes. She grinned, "You know damn well it's for you. Who else would I basically be a whore for? Although…" Evony moved Tamsin's hand and closed her robe. "A girl's feelings do get hurt when she gets constantly blown off for an annoying shrink."

Tamsin rolled her eyes and leaned forward to get her glass. She took a drink then remarked, "Who's fault is that Evony? Lauren is my girlfriend. I have to at least be somewhat faithful to her, so she doesn't get suspicious about you and I."

Evony scoffed and crossed her legs, "I know. I'm not stupid Tamsin and I think we've been doing pretty well for the two years you've been playing house with her. But remember…."Evony took Tamsin's jaw and made her look her in the eyes, "I was here first."

Tamsin angrily jerked her head away from Evony's grip and spat, "The fuck you were. You were out fucking anything with a pulse."

Evony let out an indignant scoff then got up to go get herself some more wine as she shouted, "And so were you. Just because you were with Bo didn't mean shit. You were with me every night you weren't with her. And she knew." Evony softly snorted then as she poured herself some more wine she commented, "I liked it better when you were with Bo."

That got Tamsin. She didn't let anyone just belittle her relationship with Lauren. It was the most stable relationship that she had ever had and Lauren was a wonderful girlfriend. Tamsin stalked over to the bar and demanded, "What did you say?"

Evony narrowed her eyes at Tamsin and as she walked from behind the bar she slowly said, "You heard me." And she stepped closer as she carefully enunciated, "I liked it better when you were with Bo."

Tamsin clenched her jaw and as she stared Evony down she asked, "And why is that?"

Evony laughed in her face. Tamsin had to have been kidding. She continued to laugh which further irritated Tamsin. Then Evony bluntly stated, "You've gone soft." Evony pushed Tamsin, "When you were with Bo you were aggressive. You weren't domesticated. Bo pushed your buttons and you pushed hers, but at least Bo knew how to let you live. The shrink has declawed you baby and now you're nothing but a soft wittle kitten." Tamsin rushed forward and firmly grabbed Evony's wrist which only caused the woman to laugh, "Oh what's the wittle kitten going to do to me?"

Tamsin wasn't going to hurt her, but she certainly wasn't going to let her get away with mocking her. To Evony mocking Tamsin was foreplay. She wanted the aggressive Tamsin who used to take her behind some shed at a high-society function. The Tamsin who was around now barely lit her fire. Tamsin still had that same cockiness about her, and the anger was always burning beneath the surface, but it wasn't as present as it had been when then blonde was with Bo. The two stared each other down and Tamsin let go of Evony's wrists before she held them behind her back with one hand. Evony continued to look into Tamsin's eyes even as the anticipation in the pit of her stomach grew stronger. Tamsin opened Evony's robe then slid her hand down the front of her panties before she unceremoniously entered her already slick folds. Evony softly groaned at Tamsin's intrusion. This was what she wanted. Tamsin fucking her without any mercy and the both of them giving into their baser, animalistic needs.

As her fingers slid deep inside Evony, Tamsin realised why she kept coming back to this woman. She reminded her of when all that mattered was just what they were feeling in that moment. Lauren gave her something else. That sense of having a home and that was a wonderful feeling, but with Evony she felt like the person she used to be before Lauren. Tamsin's sought out Evony's lips and as their lips crushed together for an intense, heated kiss, Tamsin buried her fingers deeper into Evony allowing the tips of them to touch the more sensitive areas causing Evony dig her nails into Tamsin's shoulders and cry out her name. Evony could fuck countless men and women, but no one could compare to Tamsin. Tamsin fucked her like she was nothing, but at the same time made sure she was well beyond satisfied. Tamsin pulled out of Evony then ripped away the flimsy fabric that made up the thong. Evony would have bitched, but she was too turned on to care about the expensive underwear at the moment. Tamsin slid her fingers back into Evony and gave her one last kiss before she slowly made her way down to her knees. The building orgasm inside Evony was close, but not close enough. But seeing Tamsin down on her knees in front of her brought her closer to the sweet release she needed. Tamsin grinned up at her then without preamble she began to lavish Evony's sensitive clit with her tongue. Evony gripped the edge of the bar tightly as Tamsin continued her attention on the most sensitive parts of Evony's body. She could feel her orgasm coming and all she could do was brace herself for the hard impact. The telltale moans coming from Evony let Tamsin know that the woman was close to coming. Tamsin drove her fingers as deep as they would go causing Evony to yell out, "Tamsin!" And with one more flick of her tongue against the hard little nub Tamsin was rewarded with the delicious taste of Evony flooding her mouth. Evony was seeing stars. Her orgasm had hit her like a fast speeding train. It felt as though her orgasm had lasted minutes, but it was only a few moments then she was floating back to reality. She could barely stand but she tugged at Tamsin's hair wanting her to stand up.

Tamsin stood and instantly Evony's mouth was on hers. They kissed for a moment then Evony broke the kiss and purred softly in her ear, "We're not done yet." Tamsin was amazed by Evony's recovery when the brown haired woman took hold of her hand and dragged her towards the stairs so they could go up to her room and finish what they had started. And as the two of them kissed and made their way up the stairs neither noticed Tamsin's phone vibrating on the coffee table.

Lauren frowned when her call went to Tamsin's voicemail for a third time. She was in-between clients and she usually gave Tamsin a call so they could talk about them and basically turn each other on. When messaging system beeped she left her message, "Hey hon, I should be done by three tonight. I guess you fell asleep. I don't blame you that last woman was a bit boring. Okay I'll see you when I get in. Love you." Lauren headed up to the receptionist desk and the receptionist handed her an envelope for her next client and she asked, "Have you heard from Tamsin?" The young woman shook her head no. Lauren thanked her for the envelope then headed to her office to get ready for her next appointment. It could be various reasons as to why Tamsin wasn't pick up from her being asleep to her having to go to the restaurant for something. Lauren got into her office and sat down in the chair and began to mentally prepare herself for the next batch of torture and humiliation she would be doling out.

Tamsin laid there in Evony's bed smoking a cigarette while Evony's head rested on her chest. She ashed the cigarette into an ashtray on the nightstand before she took another drag off of it. She had to admit after having intense, uninhibited sex with Evony a cigarette was the perfect cherry on top of the debauchery sundae. Evony kissed her chest then turned her head to look at Tamsin. Tamsin looked completely relaxed even though Evony knew it would only take a few carefully crafted sentences that would piss her off. Tamsin held the cigarette out so she could take a hit from the cigarette. Tamsin watched as Evony slowly exhaled the smoke. The woman a dangerous, sexual energy and that was the thing that had initially drawn Tamsin to Evony. And the fact that she was loaded. Evony is the reason why she had her restaurant. Evony also had contacts at all the major papers and they gave the restaurant five-star reviews. Tamsin wasn't using the woman she was willing to break her neck to get what she wanted, but the leverage Evony brought did make things a little easier. Tamsin put out the cigarette and asked, "Why'd you call me over here Ev?"

Evony pretended to pout, "It's always right to business with you. You never cuddle anymore."

Tamsin bent down and placed light kiss on her lips then remarked, "Because we don't cuddle. We fuck and fuck and fuck until one of passes out from exhaustion and I can't do that tonight."

Hearing Tamsin talking about their sexual activity made Evony tingle in the right places and she really did want to have another go, but unfortunately Tamsin was right. The service stopped taking clients at four and Lauren typically was finished by three. Evony sat up, "We need to schedule a marathon one day." Evony got out of bed and she headed into her closet as she said, "Thornwood is dead. We need another investor."

Tamsin scoffed and shook her head. She wasn't surprised the bastard was dead. The man was a drug addict with a false sense of bravado that made him look like a jackass. Tamsin had even caught him shooting up with a client one night. She kicked them both out and of course the little bitch ran off to Evony and Evony had chewed her out. Tamsin got out of Evony's bed and remarked, "Good riddance I say. And why do we need another investor? You have all this money that you just make this a sole venture."

Evony shook her head as she found something to wear, "Again we're having this conversation. This business is borderline prostitution. Flourette Enterprises can not be involved in a prostitution ring scandal. And neither can your restaurant. And having another investor involved protects us both. Because their name is all on the paperwork. You and I are only there financially and making sure the place doesn't fall apart."

Tamsin walked over to the door for Evony's closet and leanded against the doorframe while she watched the woman get dressed commenting, "You care about me and my restaurant. I think you're the one who's getting soft."

Evony let out a noise of disgust then said, "No I'm not. At least I'm not pretending to play house." Evony just grinned at the scowl on Tamsin's face. "And of course I care about you Tam. You're the only somewhat decent sex I get."

Tamsin walked into the closet and when she was close enough to Evony she leaned forward and softly kissed the spot behind her before she took the woman's sensitive earlobe between her teeth then gave it a firm tug. She whispered, "I'm the best fucking sex you've ever had. So don't act like I'm not."

Evony was breathing heavily. Tamsin was right about that. It only took one look from those piercing blue eyes before she was ready to take her off to some secluded area to be fucked like a cheap hooker. Evony pushed Tamsin away and told her, "Oh don't be too full of yourself sweetie. It only takes proper training and I'll have an instant replacement for you."

Tamsin laughed. Evony was bullshitting her and she was going to let her. It's how they worked, but she knew it would only be an hour after she left that she would be getting a text or an e-mail about her head needed to be buried between Evony's legs. Tamsin looked at herself in the full length mirror and asked, "Do you have anyone in mind for Dyson's replacement?"

Evony put on a pair of lounge pants then answered, "No. But we have to find someone soon. Also any client concerns assure them that there is no way that Dyson could be traced back to the service, so we're still going to operate as normal."

Tamsin nodded then she pushed off the wall and walked back over to Evony. She snatched the shirt out of her hands and tossed it onto the floor before placing her hands on the woman's hips and pulling her close to her. She gave her a firm kiss on the lips then moved away from her and said, "Okay. And I will see if I can get us a new investor."

Evony grinned at her and chuckled, "See I told you're getting soft."

Tamsin rolled her eyes and remarked, "Maybe you're the one who's getting soft."

They looked in each other's eyes for a moment. It was possible Evony was losing some of her bitchy edge, but she wouldn't openly admit that. And she was definitely not going to admit that to Tamsin. It might give her the crazy idea that the two of them would have a chance as couple. Evony didn't have relationships and Tamsin did. It was one of the reasons why Evony tolerated Lauren. She gave Tamsin what she wanted and she was a damn good dominatrix. Evony pushed Tamsin away and said, "Go home. You girlfriend will be wondering where you are if you're not there."

Tamsin began to walk away and grinned, "She'll be fine. I'll call you if I find anything."

Evony stood there for a moment then she shook her head. It would probably be a dysfunctional relationship anyways. Tamsin made her way out of Evony's penthouse and she felt great. Having sex with Evony always invigorated her. When she picked her phone up off the coffee table she saw that she had three missed calls from Lauren. She swore under her breath then bolted out of the penthouse. She did not need Lauren to find out about her and Evony. It wouldn't lead to a good conversation and Lauren most likely wouldn't like the outcome.

Bo stretched out as she began to wake up. She felt one of the two bodies that she was sandwiched between stir and she softly chuckled as she remembered where she was. After finding about Dyson's untimely demise she found herself at a Christian Dior fashion show that she somehow managed to sweet talk her way into. And she had walked around the event for awhile before she found herself at the attention of two women. One being a gorgeous red head and the other was a devastatingly beautiful brunette. Bo got the three of them a hotel room and they partied and fucked into the wee hours of the morning. Bo glanced at the clock and it was almost ten in the morning which meant she was late for work, but the bigwigs didn't care as long as she showed up and made them money at some point. Bo felt a soft kiss being placed on her shoulder and the red head, whose name she had forgotten the moment she heard it, quietly said to her, "Last night was completely wild. We should do it again at some point."

Bo rolled to where she was on top of the green-eyed woman and smirked, "Honey I don't plan on doing this again. You two," She glanced over at the still sleeping brunette then finished, "did enough of my coke that I had to hide it." Bo bent down and kissed the red head's neck then murmured, "But we certainly can do this again."

Bo started to make her way down the red-head's body and at some point during their morning session the brunette woke up and joined them in the fun. Bo left the hotel several hours later and she thought about going home to shower and change into fresh clothes, but she needed to get to the office. Plus she had a suit at the office and she could change and get shower there if needed. She would have to probably reschedule a few of her clients, but they'd fine. Bo was the best at the firm and if they cared about their money then they could wait. Bo got into the underground garage that housed the firm and before she got out she pulled a black bullet out and filled it with coke. She was going to need a pick me up after the night and morning that she had. Bo put on her dark black Prada sunglasses then got out of the car.

As soon as she got on the floor it was nothing but chaos. During her ride on the elevator her high had hit her hard, so the pandemonium going on was put her on high alert and she was ready to go. The vice president of the stock firm walked over to her and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ Dennis you look like shit. I need you to go clean yourself up. The firm is holding a press conference about Dyson's death now that he's been identified as working with us. Also I need you to take over his clients. We've had several of them call this morning."

Bo had a hard time focusing, but she comprehended what the man was telling her. She nodded and agreed, "Yeah that's fine. Let me grab a quick shower and get dressed and I'll be all set."

Bo started walking away when the man called out, "Oh and Dennis?" She turned around and he was walking towards her with his hand outstretched, "The keys to Dyson's desk. I figured he might have had files on his customers and his accounts."

Bo took the keys then headed for the executive bathroom. Once she was in the bathroom and she had the door locked she fell back against it. Her heart raced in her chest and her anxiety level was through the roof. A fucking press conference for that prick Dyson. She had no idea why the fuck the firm was doing that for him, but she figured it was a PR thing considering they had pinpointed what firm Dyson worked with. And they wanted to take over his clients. Dyson's clients were chump change compared to the high-dollar ones that she was used to dealing with. Bo ruefully shook her head and ground her teeth together. One more mess she had to clean up because of Dyson. Bo took her shower and got dressed then did her hair and makeup. An hour later she looked like a million bucks and was feeling wonderful although she already needed another hit, but that would have to wait. Bo walked out to the floor and one of the interns walked over and said, "Ms. Dennis-"

"Bo. Cut it with that Ms. Dennis shit." Bo interrupted the young man.

The young man nodded anxiously and stammered, "Ms-Bo. The p-p-press conference is-is in an h-h-hour."

Bo laughed by the fact that she made the young man nervous. She got a grin on her face and commented, "Sure thing junior. Now go change your pants now that you've pissed your pants."

Bo was headed to her office, but as she walked by Dyson's office she hesitated then stopped. She looked into his office then sighed as she walked into it. The poor bastard got himself killed because of whatever macho bullshit he was holding onto. Bo dropped into the office chair then put the key the vice president gave her into the lock for the filing cabinet. Bo flipped through the files and she there was a black folder in the back that really caught her attention because it stood out against a sea on manila ones. Bo pulled it out and when she opened it and as she flipped through the paperwork she grinned, "Dyson. Dyson. Dyson. You naughty boy you."