Author Notes: My thanks and my apologies to my followers for your continued following and dealing with a long hiatus. I do hope and intend to write more often and more consistently.
Also, my thanks to my friend that gave me the honor to write this story for her. I do hope to add to it with her continued approval.
Chapter 01
The Adventure Begins
"Yes, things are chaotic right now, but it's just bad timing. We'll work it out." a brown haired woman said to her friend and business partner as they waited in line at a Starbucks.
"Sure they will and it will, but the real question is when? What are we going to do right now?" the tabby haired friend said.
"We're going to do what we can do. We'll deal with it. This is a bump in the road. That's all. Don't make this into anything more than it really is."
"It's not a bump. It's a bump, a dirt road, a sinkhole in the pouring rain all at a blind intersection."
"Don't go all over dramatic on me. Just keep your head screwed on straight and we'll work this out."
The tabby haired woman sighed trying to push out the stress that weighed down on her, but it didn't work. "Of all the times to lose our domme, it just had to be at the worst possible time."
"When it rains, it pours. But remember, tomorrow is another day."
"Gee, thanks Scarlett O'Hara. Was that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Cat? Grande vanilla latte?" the barista said.
"Thank you." the tabby haired woman said exposing her pronounced canines with a feral looking smile.
"Magritte? Grande cappuccino?"
"It's Margritte. Magritte was a famous French artist."
"This is not a mermaid." The barista said pointing at the Starbucks logo on the cup.
Margritte and the barista shared a smile together and she raised her cup with a little nod to him before resuming her previous conversation.
Unbeknownst to them, a petite lady sitting in the corner of the cafe was listening to their ongoing conversation. She sat quiet as a mouse with the glow of her laptop screen illuminating her young face. She had long brown hair tied back around her neck. It didn't appear she was wearing any make-up or at least a very minuscule amount with just a bit of color on her cheeks.
She wore a simple white one-piece dress tied at the waist and buttoned down the front from breast to mid-thigh. What was more glaring was the condition of her dress. It wasn't threadbare or dirty, but it was well worn and a bit unkempt.
The women gathered their Louis Vuitton and Burberry purses with their beverages in hand. As they were stepping out, the young lady closed her laptop and shoved it into her bag hastily trying to catch them. As she passed by the front counter, one of the baristas spoke to her.
"If you're going to continue to come in here, I'm going to have to ask you to buy something from now on. Understand?"
The young girl slowed down to listen and with a saddened expression nodded back in acknowledgment before stepping out. The plaza was busy and a bit chilly still from the morning air with the sun still low in the sky. She looked around to see where they had gone, but the rush to work had already begun making it hard to spot them in the crowd. She looked left and right and up and down, but she didn't see them.
"Oh no! Where did they go?" she muttered in despair.
She looked toward the main street and spotted them. The short tabby hair stood out even at a distance. She knew it was them and made her way toward them quickly crossing the street and following them into the business high rise lobby. She held the hem of her dress tight just in case to prevent any sudden gusts to cause an incident for her. As they made their way to the elevators, the building staff stopped her.
"Excuse me. Who are you here to see?"
"Oh. Umm...I'm with them." she said with a very high voice pointing to the two women waiting at the elevator entrance.
The staffer looked over at Margritte and Cat who were still talking to each other and then looked back at the young lady. "You're with them?"
"Uh-huh."
He looked at her inquisitively for a moment and then noticed the bag she had around her shoulder. "May I inspect your bag?"
"Sure." she said and opened it for him to inspect the contents.
The only things inside were her laptop, a charger and a turquoise button snap wallet.
"Okay. Let me get you a visitor pass." He said and walked back to the reception counter. The young lady stayed where she was and watched the two women enter the elevator together. She stepped over to see the elevator display to see which floor it stopped at.
"Miss?" the staffer said to her and waved her over.
She watched the display, but it still had not stopped yet.
"Miss?" he said again and she finally walked up to the reception desk. "Here you go." he said and handed her a guest pass sticker.
"Thank you. Um...could you tell me which floor the office is at again? I forgot."
"It's the 29
th
. Suite 2909."
"Thanks." she said with a smile and an awkward wave of her hand.
She made her way to the 29
th
floor brushing her dress to straighten out the wrinkles, but it was no use. As the elevator arrived at the appropriate floor, she stepped out into the floor hall and proceeded to suite 2909. Upon reaching the door, she saw the business plaque that read:
D & S Services LLP.
"Is this a law firm?" she thought and then opened the door.
She entered into a small waiting room similar to a dentist's office. There was a white leather sofa with a lacquered redwood slab as a coffee table. The receptionist looked up not expecting her.
"Excuse me. Can I help you?"
"Um...yes. May I speak to Cat...or Margritte, please?"
The receptionist was well dressed and well-manicured. Her hair was long, dark and wavy with an alluring bang dangling over her forehead. Her face was bright with dark penetrating eyes with a burst of rouge from her full red lips. She wore a white blouse with the top three buttons undone showing off her ample cleavage as well as glimpses of her white laced bra.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Oh. Um...no I don't."
"May I ask what your visit is for?"'
"Oh, yes. I would like to apply for a position they have open."
"A position?" the receptionist said, "I wasn't aware we had a position open."
"Oh. I think it's brand new."
"Well, let me ask Cat. Please have a seat."
"Thank you."
She sat down on the sofa and realized the quality of leather was soft and supple. She looked around and was shocked to see the art adorning the office. There was one large black and white photo of a woman's foot wearing stiletto heels with another woman wearing a dog collar bending down and licking the top of the woman's foot.
It was provocative to say the least, but alluring at the same time. The woman doing the licking was very attractive with her light hair bundled tight and clean. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes were long and dark. Her mouth was open and her tongue extended gently without any strain. The woman had an overall expression of willingness. She wasn't smiling as if happy to do it, but there wasn't a sense that she was unhappy to do it either.
As interesting and provocative as the picture was, it was just sexually suggestive, but the large picture that hung on the other wall wasn't. It was definitely a statement.
It was another black and white photo of a brunette with shimmering hair sitting on a throne. She wore a black choker with some kind of metallic jewelry in the center. Her legs were crossed with only a pair of stilettos on. She was completely naked. Although this brunette sitting was the center of attention, it was what was happening all around her that required the extra attention.
All around the brunette were nude ladies with light hair apparently servicing the lady whimsically, to say the least. Standing behind her, there was a lady brushing the brunette's hair. That was the most normal. Over on the brunette's left hand, her arm was propped on the arm rest with her index finger in one of the nude lady's mouth with a pleased expression on her face. Down around her feet, a nude lady wrapped her body around her leg and looked at the brunette with a yearning in her eyes. Another nude lady was down on her hands and knees suckling her stiletto heel.
What drew the most attention was the brunette's right hand. A nude lady stood next to her with the brunette's fingers inside the lady's pussy. She stood facing the camera with her knees slightly bent and her arms behind her crossed at the wrists. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed seemingly frozen in orgasmic bliss. All of this happened around this brunette that had this simple, yet confident smile on her face as if all the activity around her was normal.
"Excuse me, Miss? What are you here for?"
The young lady turned her attention from the photo over to the reception desk and saw Cat speaking to her. She quickly stood up and straightened her dress realizing her nipples were hard and erect. "Hello. I'm sorry for coming unannounced, but I overheard you are in need of a domme?"
"You heard?"
"Yes. At the Starbucks."
Cat gave her a look over with a bit of a sour expression. She was quite petite being 5 feet if even that, but what she noticed were her breasts or the lack of them. She saw her nipples jutting out of her small mounds. She was nothing more than an A-cup. If she had to sum her up in a single word, it would've been 'mousey'.
"Come into my office for a moment. What's your name?" Cat said.
"Janet." she said and walked into her office.
Cat closed the door behind them and sat behind her desk with a wonderful view overlooking the city. "So tell me, you have someone in mind to fill our domme position?"
"Yes. I would like to apply for the position."
"You? A domme?"
"Yes. I have experience with both my grandparents."
"Grandparents?" Cat said, "There must be some kind of misunderstanding. Do you know what a domme is?"
"It's short. Short for domiciliary care."
Cat shook her head, "You're right it's short for something. It's short for dominatrix."
Janet's eyebrows rose to the floor above, "Oh...I see...may I apply for that?"
"Are you fucking with me?" Cat said.
"No. I mean, I'm not trying to be disrespectful. I would like to apply for the position. Honest."
From what Cat saw in front of her, there was not a shred of potential from this girl in filling the position. Clearly, she was clueless, but for her to apply to the position blindly piqued her curiosity.
"Do you know what a dominatrix is and does?"
Janet was familiar with the word in passing, but never thought about what duties were truly applicable when it came to it as an actual job. She did recall the photo in the waiting room and assumed that the brunette sitting around the nude ladies was a domme; she used it as her model.
"It's a woman that inflicts pain on others for sexual gratification." Janet said not too sure of herself.
Cat perceived that she formed that answer right out of thin air, but was impressed that she was able to give a decent response off the top of her head. Still. Even if she was experienced, with her petite frame and her high pitched voice, she couldn't see anybody accepting her as a domme.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you have the experience we are looking for."
