There's enough background embedded in this story that it can be read alone, though you'll appreciate the context more if you read Chapters 1-3. Thank you D.E and F.M. for your input. Enjoy!
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Four
Discovery
Sylvia Bianchi was born as a third-generation daughter into a prosperous Italian family who lived in Glen Ridge, an affluent New Jersey suburb that was less than an hour train ride from downtown Manhattan. The youngest of three, she was always beautiful, but thought of her beauty as a distraction instead of something to be proud of. She was tall and lanky as a teenager and filled out her voluptuous curves in her early 20's. Her first love was anything on two or four wheels, a male dominated passion if there ever was one. She tried to hide her curvy body behind grimy coveralls and had her long mane of dark wavy hair tucked under a baseball cap. But everyone she met could see behind the façade of baggy clothes and smears of black grease to the natural beauty within, so Sylvia learned at an early age to fend off unwanted attention.
Although Glen Ridge was mostly a bedroom community to New York City, there was a large industrial park nearby that housed a number of high-end auto restoration shops. Sylvia's father owned one of them, and it was there that she and her two older brothers learned their craft. She always wanted to be a mechanic, went to trade school instead of college and interned in her father's shop. Her older brother Giovanni had a friend whose father owned the White Feather Gas-N-Go, and when the father decided to sell, Gio and his sister went 50-50 partners on the purchase, with Gio providing the lion's share of the funds.
Sylvia ran the lakeside gas station and repair shop since she was twenty-five, and in the five years that she and her brother owned it, they transformed it from a sleepy backwater service station into the area's premier luxury auto repair. Somerset County had no shortage of people like Elaine Harris, wealthy afficionados of expensive cars. Geraldo, Elaine's driver, like all of his peers, did business with Sylvia, the mechanic to Somerset County's rich and famous.
Syl was never shy about expressing her opinion and always felt she was right (which she often was). When Elaine dropped into her life she had fallen out of love with her girlfriend over a year before and was so busy with her business that she truly didn't have the time or the inclination to find someone else. It wasn't to say that she didn't crave companionship or love, but those needs took a back seat to building a bustling business and doing something she loved.
And sex? When her raging teenage hormones finally made her explore her sexuality she found she only wanted to be with women, although it seemed to always be men chasing her. To her sex was an activity, a fun one at that, but not a lifestyle and certainly not a consuming passion. That passion was reserved for exotic cars. Little did she know that she possessed a seething cauldron of desire—a submissive streak to be unearthed, nurtured and exploited. Elaine was the perfect person to explore Syl's latent submissiveness and had already given Syl a tantalizing glimpse of her true self.
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Syl kissed Elaine on the lips when she saw the approaching headlights of the Tesla service truck. It was time for Elaine to leave the White Feather Pump-N-Go service station and rescue her disabled car and for Syl to reenter her own world. The young dark-haired beauty settled back behind her office desk; a relic that had probably been there since the station opened in 1958. The green Steelcase desk was covered with dog eared copies of service manuals for all makes and models of exotic cars, though Syl had developed a well-earned reputation for servicing and restoring older Ferraris. She loved their naturally aspirated engines, free revving and emitting an exhaust note of pure sex.
She swept aside some bills she'd been meaning to pay for some time and put her feet on the desk, watching Elaine, dressed in Syl's oil-stained canary yellow Valvoline sweatshirt and tattered jeans, get into the passenger seat of the van. Elaine was a beautiful elegant woman but at that moment she was definitely slumming it. Syl waved back to Elaine as the truck drove past the office's large street-facing window.
Syl took a deep breath and reflected on the events of the previous night. She already had a lot on her plate and dropped everything when Elaine showed up in her life less than ten short hours before. Syl felt as if she was hit with a whirlwind, and that whirlwind was named Elaine Harris.
At that point, Syl didn't know virtually anything about Elaine. She had only gleaned tidbits of information from less than an hour of late-night conversation. Elaine was tight lipped about her background, only telling Syl that she was a business executive who was about to retire and sell her business to her partners, sell her New York City apartment and retire to her Somerset County horse farm. Syl was told that Elaine had just celebrated her 50
th
birthday the previous evening at her country estate hosting a gala featuring a live band and over a hundred guests in black tie. What should have been a festive event was marred by Elaine's long coming break-up with Rae after a three-year relationship.
Syl didn't know that Elaine was one of the country's most successful female executives, providing capital to start-up companies, and also didn't know that Elaine's so-called apartment was really the penthouse of a prestigious forty-two story building adjoining Central Park. But the most important thing Syl didn't know was that Elaine was once a well-known Domme in Manhattan and still owned a BDSM-themed club, The Power Exchange, in Chelsea. Elaine had taken a three-year hiatus from being a Domme while she was seeing Rae, who wasn't interested in that lifestyle.
Despite Elaine's worry that Sylvia may have heard about her "hobby" as a Domme from Geraldo or some other person who was familiar with Elaine's dark side, her fears weren't warranted. Sylvia never cared for or sought out gossip and wasn't aware of any of the details of Elaine's personal life, and certainly nothing about Elaine's life as a Domme. As far as Sylvia knew, Elaine was a highly skilled lover. She didn't realize orgasm denial was one the tricks of Elaine's trade. Even hours later, the evidence of Syl's excitement was still seeping out of her pussy.
Syl took her feet off the desk and felt a stickiness in her panties. It only took her a second to realize that Elaine had done that to her. Syl thought about the previous night, seeing Elaine for the first time as a desperate traveler, walking more than a mile through thickly wooded road in an indecently short red cocktail dress and old tennis shoes that were about to fall apart. Within an hour Elaine had managed to charm Syl with her sophistication and intelligence, and by early morning they were in bed, having the best sex of Syl's young life.
For all of that good that literally fell into her lap, she still felt unsettled, suspecting there was more to the tall blonde than she let on. Of course there was an explanation, but Syl had no life experience to know the road her submissive tendencies would take her down. She didn't even understand the term "submissive" or anything else about Elaine's world.
The morning sun was streaming in though the plate glass windows and the weather seemed perfect, with just a slight chill in the air. Syl figured that Elaine would be back in about an hour and wondered how she was going to handle the rest of her day. She had promised delivery of a red Ferrari Testarossa to one of her best customers and was hesitant to cancel since she had already delayed delivery once due to a back ordered part. She wondered how she'd take care of this delivery and at the same time pay attention to Elaine.
Syl eyed the stack of unpaid bills that cried for immediate attention. She forced herself to start the check writing process, hoping that Elaine would show up to rescue her from this tedious chore. She was writing her last check when her eyes caught a glimpse of a black Tesla making a right turn into her station. Her heart started beating faster when she saw Elaine's smiling face as she parked the car in front of one of the service bays.
Elaine came into the office all smiles. "It's all fixed," she happily declared. Syl noticed that the wall mounted clock said 11:15.
Syl rose up from behind the desk and gave Elaine a peck on her cold, rosy cheek. "So what's your plan?"
"I've got some ideas."
"Like what?"
"Like I could stick around here today while you get your work done and maybe you could take a couple days off and come to the City with me. I can arrange to have you taken back here whenever you'd like. I think you'd enjoy seeing my apartment before I sell it."
"But you know the other reason I'd like you to come with me." Elaine said with a sparkle in her eye.
"My sense of fashion?" Syl asked.
"Is naked a fashion statement?"
"Elaine, I told you that you're a real slut. And I guess I mean that as a compliment."
"I think it is. Syl, you showed some real slut-like tendencies yourself, like when you asked me to fuck your ass with my finger."
"OK, point taken."
"So are you going to come with me?"
Syl was amazed she was actually thinking about Elaine's offer. She had a couple other projects that needed to be wrapped up that week and the station had to be looked after. Syl did have potential help, but she'd have to ask for a big favor from her brother Gio, who had filled in for her in a pinch in the past.
With Elaine watching her thinking, Syl finally said, "If I can work out something with my brother. And I'm going to have to deliver a car today, so I won't be ready till late afternoon, because I have to get it ready. It'll take a couple hours to finish what I need to do and then a couple hours for me to flatbed the car there and then come back."
"Where's the delivery?"
"Towards the City, about twenty miles from here."
"Why don't you drive the car there and I'll come a bit later with the Tesla? Then we can just continue on to the City."
"I'm not sure Carol will want me to drive her car."
"She's the owner?"
"Uh huh."
"Give her a call and ask her. All she can say is no."
"Let me call Gio first and if he says yes I'll call Carol."
"That sounds good. While you're doing that, can I go through your clothes and find something a little less . . . ". Elaine tugged on her baggy yellow sweatshirt to make her point.
