Chapter 3 Friday B Heather

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Heather sits quietly, waiting for what's next. Staring out the window, her mind lost in the events of the past week and more, she watches the world go by on the quiet street. Her body is still tingling from her unexpected explosion, and as she thinks of it, she brings her hand up, her fingers touching the bejeweled collar on her neck lightly. Her clit buzzes pleasantly as she caresses the soft satin around her neck, and she draws a deep breath as she feels herself getting carried away again. How can this simple thing have such a powerful effect on her? She sees the black town car pull up in front of the house and Marco steps out. Heather stands as Madeline lets him in. He stops short as he enters the parlor.

"Oh my god..." he says, his mouth hanging open.

"She is quite the vision," Madeline remarks.

Heather blushes a hot crimson as the two of them simply stare at her. Finally, Marco blinks and steps towards her, offering her his arm.

"Fuck Heather," he laughs. "You are gorgeous!" he continues, not even noticing the f bomb.

Heather giggles a thank you and then turns and hugs Madeline warmly.

"Thank you Madeline!"

"You are most welcome Heather... you have been a delightful guest!"

Marco leads her out the door, helping her down the stone steps, opening the Town Car door for her. She steps into the car, and Marco drives her away.

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I sit at The Wexford, an elegant little bar on the west side, not too far from The St. Laurent. Madeline has already let me know they are on their way. I sip at my drink, exhausted from two days of hard negotiations and much work. Yet I don't feel the fatigue... I'm excited and eager... like I haven't been in a long while. Madeline has told me of Heather's transformation, and I am eager for the wondrous nymph I have discovered.

When Marco leads her in, I am stunned and utterly unprepared. She is flat-out gorgeous. Everyone in the tavern immediately notices her and the world seems to stop. Her green eyes sparkle and her smile dazzles as she sees me. Her soft blond hair is piled on top of her head elegantly, wisps framing her beautiful face. She steps around the end of the bar, walking towards me... she is truly a dream... a lovely vision. The shimmering gold halter hangs from her smooth, tanned shoulders, draping over her chest... sexy... enticing... breathtaking, her breasts tantalizing, moving beneath the delicate and brief folds of satiny gold. As she steps towards me, her hips swaying, the skirt moves seductively, swishing silently on her long, smooth and perfect legs, accented perfectly in high heeled sandals. And between the two simple garments she wears, the gap reveals her narrow waist and her flat and toned stomach.

She is absolutely divine and she is only for me... the diamond studded collar at her neck tells me so.

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Patrick simply stares at her as she walks into the bar and Heather blushes hotly, his eyes moving up and down her body. A tingle shoots through her as he openly admires her, his eyes hungry and wanting... but it's more than lust... it's... admiration and appreciation... and he is happy. She wants him to want her... to like her... to think she's sexy... and she feels all of it... his lust, his desire, his utter delight in her. He stands as she approaches and she almost runs the last few steps. He takes her into his arms in a warm embrace.

"oh my god, Heather... you are so beautiful!" he whispers into her ear.

"I did it all for you Master," she whispers back. "I am your good girl."

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I step back, holding her hands and again my eyes move over her, but now taking in all the little details. The moon on her shoulder, the trails of stars winking at me all along her golden, tanned skin.. her arm, her shoulder, under her eye, and between her breasts, the Ogham script. The small diamond winking from the left of her nose. The chain hanging at her waist, seductive and sexy, attached to the piercing in her belly button. The diamond studded collar she clasped around her neck, telling me of her submission to me. Heather's skin glows and her eyes dazzle and her lips tantalize. Every small detail added by Madeline and her staff have transformed my sweet girl into the ravishing and sultry woman standing before me now.

I bring her right hand up and slowly spin her. Heather moves gracefully, pivoting under my arm with a giggle. As she slowly turns, I can see her entire back and sides, softly muscled and well toned, the stars shimmering exotically. The thin skirt flutters tantalizingly on her hips and firm, magnificent ass. As she faces me again, I lean in, giving her a long, soft, lingering kiss before helping her into the tall chair next to me.

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Heather laughs as he twirls her. And she knows he is taking all of her in, admiring and appraising her. And she feels the eyes from the small crowd in the bar, all eyes on her, all eyes admiring and appraising her. But she doesn't care, doesn't pay any of them any attention. She is all for him. She is only for him. She feels sexy... and desirable... and wanted... from everyone but most importantly... from Patrick.

She slips up onto the chair, crossing her legs carefully, not wanting anyone to see more than they should, but wanting him to see anything he wants. She fights the urge to tug the skirt on her thighs, but she doesn't. She knows he likes her long legs and she wants him to see all he wishes. She is drunk in this moment... in pleasing him with her appearance.

"Patrick... thank you for the wonderful treat at The St. Laurent today. Madeline and her girls were so wonderful. I feel like a princess!"

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"Heather, you are way more than a princess." I smile, moving my chair close.

I place a hand on her thigh and I feel her trembling, her own hand covering mine... not to move it away but to hold it there on her soft and supple skin. She smiles sweetly at me and looks down, blushing again.

"Heather, you have nothing to blush about. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire city."

Heather looks up into my eyes for a brief moment and then looks down again. She turns her head slightly, glancing at the room, all the eyes flicking towards her, some discretely, some openly looking.

"Sir, I'm so happy you brought me here to be with you... but... " she breaths, leaning in slightly, looking up, her green eyes endless pools... "I'm nervous..."

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His hand is hot on the skin of her thigh, and he squeezes her leg softly.

"You belong here Heather and should not be self conscious at all. Madeline called me while you were on the way. She told me to tell you that you are the most beautiful and gorgeous woman she has had the pleasure to host at The St. Laurent."

Heather feels a rush of joy mixed with happiness... and relief. Patrick orders her a drink and she thanks the bartender with a smile, taking a long sip, feeling the hot liquor burn down her throat, but at the same time, settling her nerves. She leans in again, wanting to kiss him but feels her halter fall away from her body, revealing perhaps more than she would want, and stops, holding the revealing garment against her breasts with her hand. She looks into his eyes and whispers.

"Rule Two: I am yours. I shall consider myself your property. I belong to you and only to you. My mind, body and spirit are yours, sir"

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I smile and lick my lips, looking down between her breasts, the swells of her breasts barely covered by the shimmering halter. She sits up, shyly looking at me, but her eyes are clear. I look down again, and admire the thin lined tattoo between her breasts. I bring my hand up and lightly touch the spot with my finger, tracing a slow line along the sexy ink. Heather shudders, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath before letting it out.

"I like this tattoo Heather.... Good Girl..." I smile, knowing this particular script, having long wished for a woman to wear it for me.

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"... Good Girl"

Heather gasps softly as the words leave his lips. Her body reacts immediately, her nipples instantly erect, her pussy lips opening. She closes her eyes and draws a long, slow breath. When she opens her eyes, he is simply staring at her, a devilish smile on his face... he knows exactly what he just did to her. She giggles again, relaxing quickly.

"Heather, I love the tattoos... and the nose stud... and the dress is... breathtaking."

She holds our her arm, turning it to see all the little stars, then lifts her left leg, seeing the stars dancing down her skin. Patrick watches too, and she loves that he likes the exotic look. She sips her drink again, then looks around the room. Several women and men are watching her but look away quickly. But two men in the corner return her stare... one winks and licks his lips. Heather frowns and rolls her eyes, spontaneously flipping him off. The man laughs and salutes her, going back to his conversation.

"Oh my god, Sir!" she says, putting her hand over her mouth. "I've never done that before!!"

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I watch the exchange, thinking I will need to intercede, but then Heather completely disarms the man. She is much stronger than she was when I first met her... less timid and uncertain. She is starting to believe in herself and her beauty..

"Well done!" I laugh. "Let's send them a drink!"

"Oh my gosh, Yes!" Heather laughs.

Patrick orders a couple shots from the bartender and Heather turns to sip at her drink. I nod at Marco at the end of the bar to keep an eye on the two men, but I figure they are harmless. I know he already is watching, and his eyes tell me as much. Marco misses nothing.

"Did you enjoy your time with Madeline and her team?"

"Oh my gosh! They are amazing, sir!" Heather smiles. "And I know... Madeline told me... do you own the St. Laurent?"

"No!" I laugh. "It's all Madeline's."

"... but sir... that building, the pool... everything... it had to cost a fortune!"

"Yes, it was quiet an investment... but just an investment, and well repaid," I smile.

Heather smile fades. "Have you sent other girls to Madeline before?"

"Well yes." I say, seeing her face fall. "But not what you think. Sylvia, Hannah, and a handful of other women who I have encountered in life that needed pampering. One day I want to send Gretel and the twins. And I've visited as well for a relaxing day here and there They know how to spoil a person there."

Heather laughs, relief washing over her face.

"But they seemed to know so much about what you like...?" she questions.

"Yes, but I've known Madeline for a long, long time, and she knows her business and asks direct questions. And she is subtle and listens to everything. Plus, I've been working with her on today for over a month..."

"A month sir? But you only just met me!?" Heather says, another question in her eyes... she wants to know.

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Heather sits up as he takes her hands in his, his eyes soft, but full of purpose. She knows he is finally going to tell her how this all started.

"You volunteer with the City Humane Society and several of their operations, correct?"

"You know I do... sir" she smiles back.

"Remember the pet auction event this spring...?"

"Yes..." she answers, "but that was months ago, sir!"

"Yes... you wore khakis shorts, a blue polo and the moment you looked at me, I was slain... it was like a thunderbolt..."

"really, sir?" Heather asks, looking down her body at this sexy woman she is now, but remembers her plain appearance that day.

"Yes. It was your eyes. I watched you all night. Even the plain polo shirt and simple khaki couldn't hide from me what you are now. You didn't know it, but everything that has lead us here, started that night. The more I learned about you, the more I liked you. It lead me to get a space in your building. It lead me to know all I could about you. Even that first "chance" encounter at Apollo, that you probably don't remember. I opened the door for you after you got your coffee."

"What?" she laughs. "And you're right sir, I don't remember..."

"I remember it like it was yesterday. I opened the door and you smiled at me, a genuine smile, said a polite but quiet thank you, and went on your way. You were wearing a simple pair of black dress slacks, a small black jacket and a blue blouse, conservative black heals, silver hoop earrings, a thin silver necklace, and a pony tail."

"Sir, I don't know what to say. I know you've investigated me thoroughly, but I didn't know you stalked me!" she laughs but her smile is soft and her hand on my leg tells me she understands.

"Yes. I admit it. I stalked you. Are you mad?"

"No sir..." she says quietly, squeezing his leg as his hand covers hers.

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I look around the room slowly, assessing any real threats, and make eye contact with Marco, but other than some over zealous staring, it's all harmless. The two gentlemen near the window even salute me and nod as they down their shots. With her back to the room, Heather doesn't see them, but I know she feels all the eyes. I place my hand on her smooth thigh again as I reach into my pocket. I hold my hand out to her and she glances down to see the thin gold chain and the golden ball attached to the end. I slip my fingers discretely along her waist, moving over the skin of her tight, flat stomach and I feel her trembling. Opening a small clasp, I attach it to longest of the three strands hanging from the naval jewelry, directly below her belly button, letting the heavy, solid gold ball hang. Heather looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

"Heather, please slip the ball into your skirt," I instruct.

She peeks quickly over her shoulder, but doesn't hesitate. Inconspicuously, she holds the ball in her right fingers and pulls the waist of her skirt, letting the ball fall down inside. As the ball settles beneath the skirt, she looks up at me with a giggle.

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Heather feels the heavy ball pull at her naval, but not uncomfortably so, then rolls down her skin, bouncing off both thighs before nestling between them... and she knows exactly what will happen when she uncrosses her legs... the ball will fall right where he knows it will. Her clit trembles as she thinks of the heavy orb and what it will feel like. She leans in, whispering in his ear.

"Sir, I am yours completely."

As she leans back, she looks up into his eyes, holding his gaze, her stare solid and certain... and she knows that she is exactly where she should be, just as Madeline told her.

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Heather's eyes completely shatter me and it's my turn to blush and gasp. I begin to remove my hand from her thigh, but she places her hand over mine, holding it there. We enjoy quiet conversation and our drinks, and I simply enjoy her, being near her, absorbing the exquisite creature she is. She tells me of her day at the St. Laurent with an eager light in her eyes and the minutes pass unnoticed. Yet, after a while I check my watch and signal Marco. He exits, calling for the car. I finish my drink and stand, offering my hand to Heather. She puts her hand in mine and slips from her chair, taking my arm as I lead her from the bar. I can feel the eyes of the entire place on us and I grin, knowing that she is mine.

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As Heather stands, the heavy gold ball drops and swings, bumping directly against her clit like a hammer striking an anvil. She gasps and takes his arm to steady herself. As he walks her through the bar, she feels all the eyes, all the stares, but also feels the ball moving against her body. Yet she knows the constant reminder of the ball is just another way that Patrick is laying his claim on her this night... and she likes it.

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We step out onto the sidewalk as Marco pulls up the car. The air is pleasant, a light breeze pulling at Heather's sexy outfit. I help her into the back seat, letting my eyes devour her long legs as she settles into the seat. Our eyes meet and I take her hand and kiss the back before closing the door. I jump into the other side and as soon as I sit, Heather melts into my side, pressing her body against me. I feel her head face me and I turn as her lips find mine, kissing me hard, passionately, eagerly. Her hand slides up my leg and I feel her fingers grazing over me. In a moment, my cock is throbbing under her touch.

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Heather feels him cock become instantly erect, throbbing under her touch. She kisses him harder and presses her palm against his shaft, feeling his low groan more than hearing it. He kisses her long and slow, his tongue opening her lips, and she gasps. She draws back from him only an inch, staring into his eyes.

"sir... I want to serve you... in every way..." she whispers as her clit purrs with need.

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Her eyes are unwavering and my cock throbs wildly... and I want to let her continue, to lay back and let her serve me, just as she intends... but I don't want this first act to be in the back of a car, I want to enjoy it, not rushed and crazy in this wanting moment.

"Heather... I want you to serve me, more than I can tell you... I've dreamed of this moment... yet, I don't want to rush, I want us to have all night to enjoy each other..."

Heather puts her hand to my face, kissing me softly, her eyes telling me she understands without saying it. She snuggles into my side, tucking her head into my neck, carefully removing her hand from me.

"I hope you calm down before we arrive at dinner..." she giggles sweetly.

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Heather teases him but she needs to calm herself too. Her pussy lips opened the moment she touched him and she knows if she doesn't calm herself quickly, she will start to ooze. She has never been this sexual before, never this wet, never this wanting of anyone... ever. And she knows he is right... she wants to wait too... to take her time... to truly serve him. With a long sigh, she sits up and opens the moon roof. Standing, she lets the wind whip through her hair, feeling it tug at her halter. She laughs as the top billows but Patrick is the only one who can see. In a moment, he is standing next to her, laughing, raising his hands over his head, whooping loudly. Heather looks at him, surprised and whoops too, raising her hands, feeling the wonderful breeze rushing over her.

Marco drives expertly, taking the turns with care, keeping his distance from other cars so as not to interrupt their fun. Patrick turns to face her and drops his hands. Suddenly, Heather feels them sliding up her sides and to her breasts under the halter, below the roof line.

"SIR!!!" she squeals. "That's not fair... if I can't touch, neither can you!"

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I laugh out loud as her hands push mine playfully away. My grin is wolfish and I lean back, whooping again loudly. Heather squeals and laughs and we howl as Marco moves across the Brooklyn bridge, before exiting on Furman Street. Marco pulls into one of the many gentrified buildings along the shores of the east river. I open my door and walk around the car slowly, opening the door for Heather, helping her from the car. Heather thanks Marco for the ride and wraps her arm in mine, as I lead her into the building. We take the elevator to the 12th floor and the exclusive Volterra eatery. Heather's eyes are wide as we enter the opulent space, dark woods, marble and soft light throughout. Tomaso greets me with a hug.

"Patrick! Welcome back. It's been too long!"

"Tomaso! Hi! Yes, it's been a long while. But I promise to visit more often. May I introduce Heather?"