Asian Amy: Part Two
The Arrangement-
"Lewis. Shareese Lewis," the female guard hollered. "You've been sprung."
It was in the wee hours on Sunday morning when the woman's words awakened Amy from a light nap: one of a dozen or more that she had taken since being thrown into the slammer the previous day. The thin pad that she had been issued at intake was no match for the cement bed that she was laying on and she had rolled up the grimy blanket she had gotten to fashion a pillow. The result was a very lousy setup for getting solid shuteye.
Amy sprang to her feet and wedged her face up against the bars in a futile effort to get Shareese's attention. Instead, all she had seen was the back of the tall dominatrix walking away.
Failed efforts by the Asian woman to secure the services of a lawyer or bondsman had left her stuck in the dirty jail until at least Monday morning: that was over twenty-four hours away!
She sat back down on her cement slab and picked at a terrible bologna sandwich that all of the prisoners had received for dinner the night before. Her cellmate had also made bail and had been released about an hour earlier. It was no great loss for Amy, though, as they had exchanged less than twenty words during their stay together.
Amy put what was left of the sandwich back in the bag it came in and went back to falling in and out of sleep. She was unsure how much time had passed when she was awakened by the opening of the cell door and then the guard's voice summoning her. "On your feet, Nakayama," she said, loudly. "You made bail."
Amy figured it was a mistake, but she quickly got up and walked towards the door before the guard changed her mind. "Grab your shit," she was told. "I ain't your maid."
Amy rolled the blanket up in the mat and then carried the roll with her down the long corridor.
"Who posted my bail?" she asked the guard as they walked.
"Fuck if I know," the guard seemed annoyed. "I ain't your secretary, neither."
When they got out of the cell block, Amy let out a huge sigh and then she was led to a counter to be processed for her release. She was given back her personal items that were limited to a small purse and her clothes, and then she changed out of the horrid jumpsuit.
She had to sign some paperwork and then she was set free out the front doors of the jail and into the muggy darkness, barefooted and without a ride.
Now what?
She thought. She did not have a quarter to make a call at a pay phone and even if she did, who was she going to call at that hour?
She was gazing blankly out into the darkness when she felt the soft hands on her shoulders. "Need a lift?" It was Shareese.
Amy spun around and stared up at the beautiful mistress. "Shareese!" she exclaimed, and gave the woman a huge hug. She was once again looking confident in her high heel boots and wig. "Did
you
post my bail?"
"I take care of my bitches," she answered, and laughed.
"Oh, thank the lord. You are a angel," Amy told her and hugged her again. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can, I promise."
Shareese's smile grew larger and then she proposed an alternative to a cash payback that involved an intense Dom/Sub scenario. "I'd very much like to tie your little ass up and play with you."
Amy was still trying to process all that had happened in the last hour, but she told the mistress that she was down for whatever. "I'd like to see you in action," she admitted.
"Then it's a date," Shareese confirmed. "Can't wait to get you all trussed up. Yummy!"
The Dominatrix pulled out a flip-phone and rolled though her contacts until she found what she was after and called the number. It was a cab company who promised her that they would have a car to her in less than ten minutes.
There was a bench in front of the jail where the two women grabbed a seat to wait for the cab. "So how was your night?" Shareese asked, placing her hand on Amy's thigh. "I mean, I know that it sucked, but how bad did it suck?"
Amy covered Shareese's hand with hers and ran down the boring details of her night in the cell with big boobs. "She was not the talkative type," she said.
"Yeah, I kinda figured. My bitch was cool, but kind of a blabbermouth."
"I was hoping that you and I would have been roomies," Amy said.
"Me too!" she agreed. "I might have gotten some action, then," she added with a laugh.
For whatever reason, Amy was actually very happy to hear that Shareese did not mess around with her cellmate, even though she would not have blamed her: anything to cure the boredom. Amy put her head on the woman's shoulder and closed her eyes. Shareese put her arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
As promised, the cab rolled up with a minute to spare and the women hopped in. "Where do you live?" Shareese asked Amy, who gave her address to the cabbie and then gave the mistress a quick description of where her apartment was. "Right behind the mall on the East side," she explained.
"I know those places well," she said as the cab took off. "I used to fuck a guy who stayed there. You live alone?"
"I do."
"Good, call your place for me," she told her, handing over her phone.
Amy punched in her phone number and pushed the call icon, "Here you go."
Shareese took her phone back and waited patiently for the answering machine to pick up and told Amy to cover her ears, "I'm gonna leave you a surprise," she informed her.
After she heard the beep, she turned away towards the window and quietly left a long message. "Now you got something to look forward to when you get home, Amy," she said and then leaned over to kiss the Asian girl on the cheek.
Amy lived about thirty-five minutes from the jail and the two women entertained the cab driver with conversations that included their past lovers and what they enjoyed most when it came to sex. Amy was very curious about what being a dominatrix entailed and told her that it seemed like an interesting hobby. "Sexy as hell, too," she said.
"Hobby?" Shareese said sharply. "No, girl, it's my livelihood."
"Oh, I apologize..."
"No need," she assured her, "and I make bank doing it."
"Really?"
Shareese explained to her that she cleared over six figures the prior year, which was a lot of money in 1994. Amy was flabbergasted with all of it and listened intently while the mistress laid out the details of her operation. She explained that most of her clients were very successful, middle-aged bald men but she did have a handful of female clients as well. "Yeah, I have this older white bitch who is a partner at a huge law firm. She a nasty bitch, too. A pain slut."
Amy was not familiar with the terminology but she was intrigued and asked for some details regarding the pain slut's sessions with her. "I mean, how does she like to be punished?"
"She loves, and I mean
