Future Planning-
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred," Shareese counted out the bills and made a pile on the kitchen table. "Your cut from last night," she said.
"You want me to give you fifty to make it even?" Amy asked. She was sitting across the table in the corset that she had worn the night before.
"No, sweetie, in fact, take the other two," she told her and put two more c-notes onto the pile.
"No, I can't take that," Amy refused, shaking her head.
"You'll work it off," the Dominatrix said and then folded her arms with a sly look on her face.
Five hundred dollars was enough to pay Amy's rent for the month. She had a nice chunk of money put away for a down payment on a place of her own, but not having collected a paycheck in nearly two months -and still having to pay bills- had forced her to chip away at it. Amy reached across the table and collected the money. "Thank you, Shareese," she said.
Shareese told her not to worry about it and then offered up a proposal to double team a colleague of the gorgeous attorney's that evening. "He's not as hot, or as freaky for that matter, as James but he's easy money."
Amy quickly agreed to join the BDSM session and mentioned that Shareese seemed to have a lot of clients who were Lawyers. "Are most of them attorneys?" She asked.
"A lot of them are," Shareese admitted. "Aside from some cheap ads I have running in local smut publications, word of mouth is my best advertising campaign and those boys gossip a lot."
Amy nodded.
"And, yes, ninety percent of my clients are lawyers."
"How many are women?"
Shareese looked up, concentrating for a moment, and then told her that about one in five were a women. "And they are wild as fuck," she added.
"Are any of the chicks good looking?" Amy asked.
"Some are decent. None of them are ugly," she answered.
Amy nodded again.
"One of the bitches is fine, though," she said and then sat back and crossed her bare, long brown legs.
"Yeah?"
Shareese explained that the woman is the secretary for one of her lawyer-clients and also his side piece. The married lawyer had been a customer of her's for several solo sessions and then one day he asked if he could bring her in. "I said, sure, but the price gonna go up."
The Dom now had her elbows on the table and continued with her story. "He of course agrees, and the next time he comes he's got this fine-ass blond chick on his arm. This bitch is gorgeous: long legs, fake boobs, ass for days..."
"Nice feet?" Amy could not help herself.
"Ha! You stupid," Shareese shrieked. "Naw dis bitch feet kinda fucked up," she said and laughed. "I'd still let her put dem big dogs in my pussy, though."
Amy sat up in her seat a little bit and folded her arms in her lap. She was obviously riveted by the story. "I'm sorry. Please go on."
"Long story short, the crazy bitch can't get enough of this chocolate twat and dude ends up pretty much just watching his bitch eat me out all night, tied naked to a chair."
Amy nodded. "Not bad for you, I suppose."
"Great for me," she said and sat back in her chair. "I can only imagine what he would pay to have two Doms fuckin' with him and chick."
Amy had no clue what the going rate for Shareese's services was, so she decided to fish around a bit. "How much, do you think? Ballpark.
Shareese pondered her question while once again gazing upward. "Prolly close to three hundred an hour; maybe more. We could definitely wow them in their first session, me and you, and then we'd have'em hooked," she explained. "Then charge them up the ass in the future."
"I like the sounds of that," Amy said.
"Oh, girl, this little enterprise is finna take off," the dominatrix assured her.
They talked a little while longer and then they shored up the details for the evening session they had planned with the not so hot attorney. "Get here at eight o'clock tonight," Shareese told her, "He'll be here at nine, so that gives us some time to plan."
"Perfect," Amy said.
"Oh, and wear the spiked heels. This dude has a shoe fetish," she added.
Amy got a kiss on the lips and then she headed home to change out of the corset and hopefully get to the bank before it closed to deposit her five hundred dollars.
Duped-
By the time Amy had gotten home from the bank and running a few other errands, late summer storm clouds had began to circle the city. A bright flash of lightning, followed by a loud crack of thunder chased her into her apartment.
She had three hours to kill before she needed to head back to Shareese's condo and a nice, long nap was first on the agenda.
Amy woke up to more flashes of lightning and driving rain that loudly thumped her windows. She had just under an hour to get ready before she needed to leave: Plenty of time.
The rain had reduced to a drizzle when it was time to go, but water was still rushing out of the downspouts and into the parking lot that had become an inch-deep pond.
Amy was wearing the same corset that she had worn the night before but this time she packed her spiked heels and left the boots at home. In her flip flops, she sloshed through the water to her car and then set a course for the Ptarmigan Townhomes.
The drive was slow going due to the massive amounts of water that the sky had leaked, but Amy had planned for it and still arrived fifteen minutes early. She grabbed her bag and hopscotched her way to Shareese's door, avoiding puddles and mud that had washed across the sidewalk.
She rang the doorbell, slid off her flip flops, and waited for more than a minute before the dominatrix opened the door.
"Come in, my dear," Shareese said holding the door for Amy.
