"Yeah, yes! You did hear him call me mistress. I stupidly went to a costume party dressed all in leather and he's been teasing me about it, ever, since...Mistress, this, Mistress, that..." She lied.
"I'm just tired of it."
"Oh, really?" Justin said laughing. "I'd like to see that costume."
The conversation went back to normal and they past the time easily, enjoying each other's company.
Justin walked her to her car.
"I had a really good time, tonight."
"So did I." She said, shaking her head earnestly.
They almost kissed, but embraced instead. Terry didn't believe in kissing on the first date.
"I hope to see you, again, soon..."
"...Well, I just moved into my new apartment..."
"I'm having a house-warming, this Saturday. You're welcome to come by. It starts around noon..."
"I'd love to" He said...
And he turned to walk to his car. They both looked back at each other, again. Smiling and waving.
~~~~
Since that close call, Terry was on auto-pilot, when it came to her work. Luckily, clients took her indifference as dissatisfaction with them and they worked that much harder, for her.
She was gifted at her work. Embarrassed as she was about it, she was loathed to admit, she started to really like playing that character, dressing up in her intricate outfits. She felt like a goddess. That part frightened her. Was she some kind of pervert??
She just didn't want Justin to find out.
~~~~
On the day before her house-warming, Kendra called her excitedly...
"Girl, you won't believe who just rolled into town, asking for your type..."
Kendra said nothing, probably hoping for guesses.
"...Well, don't leave me in suspense, girl, who?"
"I'll give you a hint..." Kendra paused again and said..."THIS.IS.SPARTAAA!!"
"No way...NO WAY!!"
"Girl, I told you, you'd be surprised who's into this stuff."
"Terry shook her head on the other end of the phone. It all makes sense now. He dated the queen of dominance, Naomie Campbell."
They both laughed heartily, over that.
"Well, all I can say, is I. AM. jealous..."
"Don't be...He may be fine, but I have no interest in bearing witness to his perversions..."
"Indulging them honey, Indulging them..." Kendra corrected.
"Just go to the Hilton Grand, room 206 tonight at 7."
"And you better tell me EVERYTHING..."
"Client confidentially, remember?"
Kendra started to cuss...
"I'm kidding.." Terry said laughing.
She replaced the receiver and took a deep breath...She'd never serviced anyone, this big before...
Millionaires, politicians, but never any stars. Kendra had, though. Tarentino was a particularly kinky one, he loved having Kendra shove her bare feet into his face.
~~~~~
Terry picked her sexiest outfit, all the while, second-guessing herself...
"What are you doing? You have a date with Justin tomorrow, remember?"
It was a glossy black, latex, halter, mini-dress, that flared out a bit at her thighs. She wore the highest stilettos she could bare and still walk in them and last but not least, she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, which draped over her shoulder.
It was cold, so she had an excuse to be as covered up, as she was...but if anyone looked too closely, they would notice her shoes.
~~~
She took a deep breath and knocked on his door...
'Who is it? " He asked in his thick Scottish brogue.
"Your appointment." she answered.
The door, opened...
"Well, come in, come in." He said.
She entered his room and shed her coat...
He looked her up and down, smiling...
"Wow" He said. "Just as advertised."
"Mistress Xenobia, is it?"
"Yes, Gerald..." she said pronouncing his name in his native tongue...There is, she learned, much power in a name. "Your safe word is "fence".
He knelt before her..."What would you have me do, dark queen?"
"Mistress, Xenobia."..She corrected roughly angling his jaw up with her hand... This was not as rough, as with her usual clients.
In her head, she was shrieking like a fan-girl, but on the outside, she played the game, easier on him then the others, but she still played.
"Strip." She commanded.
He began to shed his clothes.
"QUICKLY!!" She said shoving him hard in the back of the head. He did as he was told, quickly taking off everything, down to his birthday suit...
She was impressed. Those muscles she saw in that movie, were no special effect. His hair had grown out from the Caesar cut, he had in the film...
"She flipped it with her hands, pretending to be disgusted... "Your hair is too long..."
"I'm growing it out for ro-"
She slapped him..."Did I give you permission to speak?"
He licked a spot at the corner of his mouth where there was a little blood.
