To say it had been a frustrating night for Sylvie would have been a major understatement. After Alexa had untied her and quickly left, the brief but intense experience was all Sylvie had been able to think about. She had tried to watch some TV, but the next morning she had no idea which shows had been on, let alone what had happened on them.

On her way to work, she had to actively focus on driving and not on the encounter with Alexa. The feeling of being tightly tied up, comprehensively gagged and put in a position of total submission in front of Alexa was the realisation of a fantasy that Sylvie hadn't even known was a fantasy of hers until a couple of days ago. Now it was almost an obsession. She had gotten a taste of the fantasy, but not for long enough. Alexa had intended to leave her wanting more, and without doubt she had achieved that goal.

When she arrived at the fire house and entered the engine bay, Sylvie noticed the rear doors of Ambo 61 were open, which told her that Alexa had shown up early, and was getting the pre-shift inventory check done. As far as work was concerned, which was something Sylvie had to make sure her mind stayed focussed on now, particularly regarding Alexa's performance, that was a good sign. As Paramedic in Charge, there was going to come a point where Chief Boden asked her if she thought Alexa was the right person to join 51 permanently, or if she should be moved on. That decision had to be entirely professional, not personal.

"Hey, Brett. You good?" Stella Kidd asked when Sylvie entered the locker room. Stella was just finishing getting changed for the shift.

"Hey. Good, thanks. How was your night?"

"Long, and frustrating. I was working at Molly's. One of those nights where there seems to be a few too many drunken idiots. How about you, good night?"

"Ugh," Sylvie groaned. "Ended up in front of the TV, not even watching it. A waste of a night."

"It happens," Stella said sympathetically. "How's it going with Bliss?"

"I like her," Sylvie said with a straight face as she opened her locker. "We're getting along, and her work has been to a good standard. By the look of it, she's already in and working on the inventory."

"Hmmm. I'm not convinced yet."

"You don't have to be," Sylvie pointed out in a friendly tone.

"True," Kidd conceded. "Ambo 61 is yours to run. I know you wouldn't tell me how to run my crew. Sorry, Brett."

"Don't apologise, it's fine. Just give her a break, huh?"

"I'll try. Honestly? Don't like the way the men have been fussing around her, even some of the married ones. They're like pigs around a trough."

A bit of jealousy, Sylvie thought. Odd, because Stella was a great looking woman. But then, Alexa was still in a different league. "That's hardly her fault, Stella."

"Hmmm. It is if she encourages them. I think she plays up to them. Anyway, I'll talk to you later."

"Yep," Sylvie said cheerfully. She wondered why she felt the need to defend Alexa. It was hardly as if they were in a relationship or something. No, that wasn't anything to do with it. Stella had been too harsh, that was all there was to it.

When she was changed into her work attire, Sylvie went and got herself a cup of coffee and a slice of toast, which she had eaten by the time she got out to Ambo 61. Sure enough, Alexa was in the back of the ambulance checking the inventory. She was dressed in her work clothes, with her hair in a simple ponytail. Yet to Sylvie she still looked liked an absolute temptress. No, a goddess. A goddess who she would happily kneel in front of.

"Oh, hi," Alexa said sweetly, greeting Sylvie with a smile. "Last night was fun."

Sylvie looked around to make sure no one was going to overhear them. The coast was clear. "I can't believe you did that!"

Alexa's face was a picture of innocence. "Did what?"

"You know what! You got me... in that situation, then you decided to leave almost immediately. You were deliberately... teasing me."

"Teasing you?" Alexa said, chuckling. "No, I wasn't teasing you, I was testing you. For some people, imagination is a lot different to reality. There was a possibility that you wouldn't have been comfortable with what I was doing, or might not have enjoyed being in that 'situation' as you call it. Thanks to my little test, we now both know that you definitely want more."

Sylvie felt herself blushing, but her appetite was insatiable. The way Alexa had her behaving was as much a surprise to her as it would have been to any of her friends if they were aware of it. There was no holding back, though.

"Of course I want more. I didn't want you to stop last night. Why don't you come over again tonight?"

"Can't tonight, I have plans," Alexa said in that same sweet voice, knowing exactly the kind of frustration she was causing. "Why don't you come to my place tomorrow night? Until then, I've got something you can pass the time with."

"Oh? What?"

To Sylvie's surprise, Alexa took out her phone and started doing something with it. Then her own phone sounded its message tone.

"There you go," Alexa said.

Sylvie took her phone out of her pocket and opened the message. Blushing immediately, she saw the photo Alexa had taken of her the previous night, kneeling on floor, bound and tightly gagged with the duct tape. The tape was so tight that she could see the outline of her lips underneath it. All of the sexual excitement she had felt in that moment came flooding back. Being unable to communicate with her mouth sealed shut and being unable to move in any kind of useful way had excited her immensely. Goddess Alexa had forced her into total submission in a matter of moments, with consummate ease. Sylvie needed that to happen again, only for a lot longer next time.

"You look excited," Alexa said, a little grin on her face. "Now you have that picture for good. And we can have some more fun tomorrow night if you come over."

"I will," Sylvie said, well aware that she sounded like she was putty in Alexa's hands, as indeed she was.

"Then it's set. I might have a ball gag for you by then. Unless you'd like a repeat with the tape?"

"Don't talk about that here!" Sylvie hissed incredulously, nonetheless quivering with excitement. At this point she honestly didn't know which option she preferred.

Alexa looked a little chastised, maybe remembering that at work Sylvie was still the Paramedic in Charge. "You're right, we're here to work. Sorry. Let me finish up the inventory and I'll see you inside."

Sylvie nodded, trying to compose herself and look professional. "Right. Let me know if there's anything missing."

"Will do."

Feeling hot under the collar, Sylvie walked back towards the entrance to the firehouse. She couldn't help having another look at her new favourite picture on the way.


Somehow, to her own surprise, Sylvie managed to work the rest of the shift with Alexa without bringing up their sexual encounters, past or future. Alexa hadn't done any more teasing, either. Instead, they had talked about their childhoods and upbringing, discovering that they actually had quite a lot in common. Alexa had grown up as an only child in Ohio, and Sylvie had been able to relate to a lot of what she said about it, being an only child herself and having grown up in a rural community.

It was an important day professionally, if not a busy one. Alexa had performed satisfactorily on the few call outs of the shift, none of which had been a big deal. Sylvie saw in her new understudy a competent paramedic, and one she could work with. At this early stage, she was leaning towards approving Alexa to stay at 51 full time. And that had nothing to do with the goddess. Or so Sylvie told herself. She wasn't totally sure it was true.

Alexa seemed to be getting along well with most of the other people on the shift, too. As far as Sylvie could tell, Stella was the only one who wasn't particularly sold on 51's newest staff member. Ultimately though, the decision on Alexa was hers to make, and Chief Boden's to approve. Stella might just have to suck it up.

"That was a nothingburger shift," Alexa said. She and Sylvie were in the locker room, getting changed in preparation to head home. Sylvie was further along with the process, putting on her shoes while Alexa was starting to take off her paramedic attire.

"We helped some people. That's not nothing," Sylvie said pleasantly. "It was fairly quiet though, so I know what you mean." She tried not to look like she was checking out Alexa when she was temporarily dressed in only her underwear. Such a petite little thing, yet somehow unbelievably gorgeous.

"I'll have to start selling tickets," Alexa said with a laugh, letting Sylvie know that she had been busted.

Sylvie felt her cheeks warming up again. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

"Sure you did. But don't worry, I checked you out too. You're a beautiful woman, Sylvie Brett. You just need bringing out of your shell."

"And that's what you're going to do?"

"Going to do? I'm already doing it."

Yes, I guess you are, Sylvie thought. Gallo came into the locker room then, which stopped that conversation in its tracks. He looked disappointed when he saw Alexa already in her civvies, putting on her coat. He grabbed a towel from his locker and headed for the shower, saying goodnight to them as he departed.

Almost ready to leave, Alexa retrieved a pair of black leather gloves from her locker and put them on. These were regular ones, not like the long ones from the infamous Instagram bondage photo, but they nonetheless reminded Sylvie of it and she started getting turned on. Around Alexa, she simply couldn't help it. Even worse, Alexa knew it too.

Before leaving, Alexa listened for a moment to make sure no one was coming. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she sensually stroked Sylvie's cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Sylvie didn't need to be told that she had just had a brief yet surprisingly very intimate moment with the goddess. She was desperate for more. But she was going to have to wait for it. "I'll see you tomorrow night," she breathed, not even thinking about the shift that would come before that. After all, it was the goddess she was talking to.

Alexa giggled lightly and walked off, leaving Sylvie standing there feeling turned on and flustered in equal measure. Chief Boden showed up moments later, startling her out of her land of fantasy and back into the real world.

"Ah, Brett, there you are. Thought maybe you'd gone already. I just saw Bliss leaving. Thought I'd try and track you down and ask what you think of her so far?"

'Do not blush!' Sylvie internally screamed at herself. She was eternally grateful for the fact that she managed not to.

"She's a good paramedic, from what I've seen so far. Her skills are all there, she's made no mistakes, I've had no problems with her carrying out my instructions. She came in early today and did inventory before the shift, too."

"I see," Boden replied in an approving tone. "From what I can make out, most people here seem to quite like her at this early stage."

"Yes," was all Sylvie wanted to say to that. It would have been a disservice to Alexa to mention why most of the men on the shift probably liked her. "Obviously I'll give it a few weeks before I make a recommendation on whether to invite her to stay on with 51, but let's say I'm encouraged."

"Encouraged," Boden repeated, seeming to like her choice of wording. "Alright then. Are you alright? You look a bit red in the cheeks."

"I'm fine. Just a bit, uh..." She tried to hint that it was her time of the month, which it actually wasn't. She saw that he got the message.

"Ah. Well, uh, goodnight," he said somewhat awkwardly.

"Night, Chief."

Boden went back towards his office as Sylvie headed for the exit. She didn't make it out of the building before she ran into Stella, who was on her way to the locker room. "Brett! Come by Molly's later? I'm not working. Gallo, Ritter and Cruz are all coming out. We might have a few drinks there then go do dinner somewhere."

"Alright, count me in," Sylvie said, figuring a night out like that might keep her mind off Alexa. Maybe. Or maybe not.


A/N: No doubt Sylvie has got it bad for Alexa. How will their second encounter go, this time at Alexa's place?