"I really don't want to let you go," Nikki Bella grumbled. She was lying in bed behind Alexa, stroking her cheek affectionately.
Alexa lay there with Nikki's other hand covering her mouth, keeping her quiet for the last few minutes of Nikki's twenty for hour booking. Alexa's hands were tied behind her back, as had been the case for the past few hours.
Reluctantly, knowing that she had a few minutes left, Nikki slowly removed her hand from Alexa's lips. Nikki was always very attentive with her hands, including liking to cover Alexa's mouth. For her part, Alexa didn't mind. She was paid to do things that were a lot more demanding by other clients.
"Sorry we're out of time," Alexa said after gasping in a couple of breaths, sitting up so that Nikki could untie her.
"Not as sorry as I am," Nikki grumbled. This was always the worst time, when hours of the best fun and sexual excitement money could buy came to an end.
With her hands freed, Alexa stroked Nikki's cheek reassuringly. "I'll be back soon, no doubt. And I'll be bringing that new plaster I told you about. I've got it on order now. It's just like the beige stuff you like, but it's white. I can't wait to gag you with it." Alexa knew perfectly well what Nikki's fetish was. She had come to like plaster gags so much that when they had switched roles hours ago from Nikki being the one in bondage to Alexa getting her turn, Nikki had left her own gag on her mouth until she had simply had to take it off in order to have a drink.
"You always know the best things to say," Nikki said adoringly. "You make everything perfect, and you never judge me."
"Of course," Alexa smiled sweetly. "I know what you enjoy, and I like making you happy. Nik, am I okay to take a shower before I leave? I'd prefer to do it before I drive to my hotel."
"Of course, help yourself," Nikki said. "You know where everything is. I'll pack your things up for you while you're in there."
"You're a star," Alexa said to one of her best clients. She got off the bed to make her way to the bathroom.
"Alexa?" Nikki said, stopping her before she got to the door.
Alexa turned back to look at her. "Yeah?"
"I, uh, don't know if my bookings will be as frequent from now on. I met someone. I mean, I'm dating a guy. His name is Artem."
"Aww, good for you," Alexa said with genuine warmth, hurrying back over to the bed for a hug. She had been of the opinion for some time that Nikki ought to be back on the dating scene. This Artem guy had found himself a lovely, beautiful, rich lady. Nikki deserved happiness, and Alexa hoped she had found it.
"Thank you," Nikki said as they hugged briefly. "But don't worry, I'll still find time to book you. I'll always need my moments of Bliss."
"I'm glad to hear it. If you want moments of Bliss, you'll have them," Alexa smiled before heading for the door again.
Minutes later, Alexa was standing under warm water in the shower. Her attention was starting to shift to her next booking. She had a fairly long drive ahead of her, followed by a power nap when she got to her hotel. There would then be a hair and makeup session to get her ready for the evening booking. She was going to need to look at her best for one of her other most important clients.
For Alexa's client, these were delicate times. That was why she was essentially smuggled in through the back door by one of the client's staff. Entering through the front door was too risky in case there was a member of the press or news media out there who might get a good look at her and do some research.
The male staff member further obliged Alexa by carrying her travel case up the stairs for her. He gestured to a nearby door, which Alexa knew belonged to the bedroom. This was an expensive, lavish home, probably bordering on the description of a mansion. The bedroom fitted in with the rest of the place, immaculately decorated and furnished in a modern style. Alexa knew exactly what to expect when she walked in.
Reaching the doorway, Alexa found her client standing at a window on the far side if the room, in the middle of a phone call. Alexa tapped lightly on the door to alert the client of her presence. She needed to know if she ought to enter the room or go away until the call was over.
Turning around, the client smiled at Alexa and raised a finger, indicating that she should wait and that the call was nearly over.
"Yes, it is very encouraging. However, we need to keep pushing on. We need to be sprinting over the finish line, not coasting," the client said to the person on the other end of the call. "Yes, exactly. Listen, I have to go, but thanks for the call. We'll speak again soon." The call was ended.
"Senator McMahon," Alexa said professionally. "Good to see you, as always."
"Hello, Alexa. Come in, you don't have to stand there waiting for permission."
Alexa pulled her travel case into the bedroom, closed the door and used the bolt on the inside to lock it. No one was going to be intruding for the next six hours. With that done, she walked over to the Senator and stretched up for an introductory kiss.
"I've seen you on TV a lot, campaigning," Alexa said, getting into the appropriate character for the night's entertainment. "You look so authoritative. You look like you're in charge. But we know the truth, don't we, Stephanie?"
"Yes, goddess, we do," Stephanie McMahon said submissively, sexual excitement in her eyes already.
Senator McMahon had been a longstanding client of A Moment of Bliss way before she had decided to run for President. Like a lot of Alexa's clients who were powerful people in their day to day lives, the senator liked to experience the polar opposite when it came to her sexual desires.
Much to Alexa's surprise, and she suspected to McMahon's as well, she had won the Republican nomination, and was now in the midst of her Presidential campaign. Even more surprisingly, she wasn't far behind the Democratic candidate in the opinion polls. A McMahon victory, and therefore a first ever female President, was on the cards.
"The campaign seems to be going well," Alexa commented, popping back out of character after the opening exchange.
"It's fantastic. We're doing better than I imagined. I think we might win this thing," McMahon said, her significant ego on display.
"I hope you do win. You definitely have my vote, and not just because you're a client," Alexa said.
"Thank you, that means a lot," McMahon said, sounding like she meant it.
"Speaking of being a client, if you did win, I assume we won't be doing business anymore?" Alexa asked, making it clear that she thought it would be a shame if that was the case.
McMahon seemed surprised by the suggestion. "I damned well intend to keep booking you," she said forcefully. "No one is going to tell me you can't be secretively brought into the White House."
Alexa switched back into character. "Well, good. The goddess likes the idea of making the President her bitch."
"The goddess can go whatever she wants," Stephanie said humbly.
"I know!" the gooddess snapped. "But first, we both need to get changed. Hurry up about it, the goddess has a lot in store for you tonight. I'll be back soon, and I expect to find you ready and waiting."
"I will be," Stephanie promised.
Taking her travel case, Alexa headed into the bathroom to change, while McMahon went into her walk in wardrobe to do the same.
Alexa had arrived with her hair and makeup taken care of, including the black lipstick that was a mainstay of Stephanie McMahon's goddess. All she had to do was change out of her clothes and into an expensive and very sexy black one piece lace lingerie outfit. Looking into the mirror, she saw the goddess in the reflection. She was ready to go.
Walking back into the bedroom, the goddess nodded her approval of what she saw. Stephanie McMahon was standing there waiting for her, dressed in a black latex bodysuit that covered her from her neck to her ankles. The only area left bare was between her legs, for fairly obvious reasons. The look didn't do much for Alexa personally, but of course that was irrelevant. Being dressed that way turned on the client, which was all that mattered. It was, however, only part of McMahon's kink. Being dominated was also part of it, so Alexa knew what she had to do next.
"Good," the goddess said, somehow looking down on her subject even though she pretty much a foot shorter than her. "Now, go and stand against the wall. You know what to do."
Stephanie did as she had been told, standing with her back to a part of the wall that was notably devoid of any artwork. All it had was a sturdy hook sticking out about seven feet above the floor.
Alexa retrieved her customary bag of tricks from her travel case. Dumping it on the bed, she pulled out a long white bondage rope.
"Goddess, are you going to keep me here for all six hours?" Stephanie asked, failing to totally hide the coyness which indicated that she really hoped the answer was yes.
"Shut your mouth," the goddess said sternly. "I'll do what I want with you, when I want."
Goddess or no, Alexa was still a foot shorter than Stephanie. That problem was resolved with a step stool that Stephanie kept in her walk in wardrobe for the exact purpose that it was about to be used for. Alexa fetched it and put it down beside Stephanie, who raised her hands above her head without being ordered, towards the hook. The latex body suit squeaked and crinkled as Stephanie moved, a fact that Alexa was sure her client enjoyed as much as the feel of it on her body.
"Very obedient. That's how I like it," the goddess commented as she got onto the stool. From there she was able to reach up and tie the rope around Stephanie's wrists, binding them together. She then wrapped it around the hook a few times before tying it off. Until Alexa untied the knot, Stephanie was going nowhere.
"Struggle," the goddess instructed.
Stephanie wriggled her wrists, trying to get free. She had almost no range of movement, and she certainly stood no chance of getting loose.
Satisfied, Alexa got down off the step stool. Next, she went over to her travel case and removed one more item. "Look what the goddess has brought for you," she said, showing Stephanie a hood made of matching latex to that of her bodysuit.
"Oh my," Stephanie breathed, excitement written all over her face. "Put that on me, goddess, please!"
"Only because you said please," the goddess said sternly, walking back over to the stool. She got onto it again, reached up and pulled the hood over Stephanie's head. It took some manoeuvring to get it on properly and zipped up at the back, but it was soon done. The hood had only three holes: one for each nostril and one for the mouth.
"Fuck, I'm so turned on right now. You're going to have to lick me out, goddess."
"Don't tell me what I'm going to have to do!" the goddess barked. She got off the stool and went over to her plastic bag. "This should keep that irritating mouth of yours quiet," she said, producing a roll of black Gorilla Tape.
With the hood covering her eyes, Stephanie could not see what was happening, or what Alexa was referring to. All she knew was that a gag of some description was coming her way. "What have you got?" she asked eagerly.
"Why is it that every time I show up, we go through the same thing?" the goddess said, rolling her eyes as she got back onto the stool. "I'm the one who does the talking, if I want to tell you to do something. Now shut the fuck up."
The goddess pulled a long length of tape off the roll and stuck it onto the hood over Stephanie's cheek. Ruthlessly, the goddess proceeded to wrap the tape around Stephanie's head as tightly as she could, covering the hood's mouth hole and sealing Stephanie's lips. The two nostril holes were all that remained.
"Mmmm. Mpppphhh," Stephanie moaned. Even those muffled noises conveyed how fired up she was.
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" the goddess mocked after moving the stool aside. "Thank fuck for that. I can't tell a word you're saying anymore. Now, let's give you a reason to really make some noise."
Going back to her bag, Alexa fetched a vibrator that she knew Stephanie liked. Unlike a regular vibrator, this was one that fitted onto Alexa's middle finger. She put it on and activated it. The excited noises coming from Stephanie proved that she recognised the faint buzzing noise.
"Yes, it's your favourite toy," the goddess said. "Now, I'm going to get you off with it, and I want to hear you screaming for me when you come. You scream into that gag like you've never screamed before, you hear me?"
"Ymm gmmdmm," Stephanie muffled obediently.
"You'd better, because if you don't I'm not going to pleasure you for the rest of the six hours. You'll have to stand there wishing I was."
"Nmmm! Nmmm!" Stephanie begged, faced with that indescribably frustrating scenario.
"It's up to you," the goddess said indifferently. Stepping up close to Stephanie, she inserted the finger with the vibrator on it plus one other into her soaking wet entrance and began working her magic.
Enjoying the moans of pleasure that she was getting from her client, Alexa starting groping Stephanie's ass through the tight latex suit while finger fucking her with her other hand. With clients who had fetishes like Stephanie's, it didn't take much to get them off. The situation she was in and what she was wearing were what was really doing the trick.
"When you come, the goddess will lap it all up for you," she promised as Stephanie's moans and gasps increased in volume. "You know how much I love the taste of you. Eating your pussy is like nectar to me. That's why I don't really want to have to punish you, so scream for me!"
On command, Stephanie started to reach her climax. Screaming loudly, ecstatically into the tape, she thrashed around against her bonds and then finally gushed all over Alexa's hand.
"Good," the goddess said, drawing the word out in approval. She kept going with her finger, slowing down in response to Stephanie's moaning noises as she came down from her high.
"You have pleased your goddess," she said eventually, removing her fingers and taking off the vibrator. "Let me take care of that for you, then I have a dildo that I think you're going to enjoy getting acquainted with."
Stephanie started begging for the attention that the goddess was promising her. For a moment, Alexa wondered if any of McMahon's staff ever heard the noises that came from the bedroom while she was in there. If they did, they had more than another five hours of it to listen to.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review last time. I also got another idea come in today, so the list continues to be stacked!
Alexa could one day have the President at her mercy. What a talking point that would be if it wasn't top secret!
Next time, another new client. Let's say it's someone at the opposite end of the scale to Stephanie McMahon. Who do you think it might be?