A/N This is my first story ever. I would love to receive your feedback. Good or bad.
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In the big city there lies a coffee shop catering to an exclusive list of working women. These women range from titans of industry, elected political leaders, prize winning authors, to everything in between. Powerful woman from all across the globe come to this small coffee shop located in the middle of this unremarkable city for one thing...to be dominated by stronger more powerful women.
One such woman was Melonie Basu, Indian billionaire heiress and philanthropist. On her way to help refugees in Latin America, she decided to make a small detour to a certain coffee shop. This was not her first time being served, she put on the mask all patrons are required to wear, sat down at one of several available tables and leisurely flipped through the menu.
A moment later a server appeared. Wearing the coffee shop's uniform; black buttoned jacket with a grey vest and white shirt underneath. She was young, skinny, had brown curly hair and green eyes. The server smiled at Melonie, placing one gloved hand behind her back and the other over her right breast. "Good evening honorable patron," She said, bowing, her voice deep and heavily french accented. "Who shall you be having today?"
Melonie had to lean her neck all the way back to meet the towering server's eyes. She placed her long manicured fingernail over a picture on the menu "Her." She said.
"Valentina Petrov. Russia's Olympic gold medalist speed skater. Excellent choice, madam." She said bowing again. "What flavor?"
"Vanilla." Melonie replied.
The sever took a step back and extended her arm "Right this way."
Melonie trailed behind the server, walking at a brisk pace to keep up with her long strides. When they arrived at the big red door, at the far end of the small coffee shop, it opened automatically. Melonie stepped through; the server smiled at her, said goodbye then turned on her heels walking away as the door closed behind her.
She stood in a 36" x 48" box. A moment later the box shook and descended towards the basement level of the coffeeshop.
When the doors opened, there was a long hallway lined with thick black doors. Melonie walked passing door after door until she reached a room where the door wasn't closed. She stepped inside the room, it was furnished like a small studio apartment; there was a queen sized bed, a desk, television, a wall covered in hundreds of toys and instruments of varying sizes. There was also a woman, Valentina Petrov, standing in the middle of the room. She had a large physique: chiseled six pack abs, large biceps, muscular thighs, and a prominent jawline. It was if she were sculpted from marble and brought to life. She wore black leatherette chaps and bra decorated with studs. No bottoms, her pussy was out in the open, wiry fair pubes groomed into the fashion of a mohawk. Her golden hair was pulled back into a tight ballet bun at the back of her head.
"Close the door and strip." Valentina said, her voice rough and thickly accented.
Melonie closed the door then moved towards the center of the room "Let's skip the bullshit and get down do it. I'm quite busy and can't stay long."
Valentina didn't respond. She walked over to the wall, surveyed the collection of instruments, before deciding on her instrument of choice. Gripping the short leather riding crop in her hand she strolled over to where Melonie stood, eyes following her.
Melonie held her breath. Heart pounding in her chest, beads of sweat running down her long neck. She gulped as she watched Valentina circle around her, like a shark, fierce eyes piercing through her.
