Dominance is about being confident.
***
Jill was a woman who craved to submit. Not in an obscene way. She hated pain. She never wanted to be spanked. She especially didn't want her hair getting pulled.
What she wanted was simplicity.
Do this. Do that. Good girl.
It was a craving she had, but it was more of a fantasy. Dom's are everywhere. They're not hard to find. Jill could have easily found one, but the idea of actually doing it in real life was ludicrous for the career business woman.
She traveled a lot for her work. She loved traveling. It was easy because she was a single woman. Each destination was a new adventure. Each business transaction was a new challenge. She loved challenging herself. It pleased her to make her bosses at the company happy.
Someday, she figured, good things will happen.
***
Room 5202
That was Jill's room. It was her second night in Los Angeles. Three more to go.
She was still wearing her casual business outfit after having a dinner meeting with clients. She looked through the window and just stared. Los Angeles was beautiful. Bright lights. Lively atmosphere. Youthful energy.
There was a knock on the door. She wasn't expecting anyone.
Jill looked through the peephole and saw a woman standing there. She opened the door.
The woman was a striking beauty. Amazingly attractive.
Those lips.
The woman wore a bold red lipstick which contrasted her fair skin and long raven black hair. She wore a sleek dress which showcased her tall & toned figure. The look was almost hypnotic.
She carried a briefcase and a small purse.
"May I help you?" Jill asked.
"I'm Candice."
"Oh, well, nice to meet you Candice. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked with a sultry voice.
"I'm sorry?"
"This is room 5202, correct?"
"Do you work for the hotel?" Jill asked.
"No. I was told that a woman in this room requested my services. You seem to fit the general description of our usual clientele."
Jill was genuinely confused. "What description is that?"
"A career woman with a busy lifestyle, looking for an escape in her hotel room."
Jill was stunned by the gorgeous woman's borderline sexual innuendo.
"I can assure you that I haven't asked anyone to come to my room."
"There's no need to be shy about what you want," Candice replied. "We're both adults here."
"I'm sorry. There must be some sort of miscommunication. Who exactly do you work for?"
Candice reached inside her purse and handed Jill a business card. The card was simple and plain. There was contact information and a company name with a logo:
High Heels, Red Lipstick Servicing women for over 20 years
"What is this?" Jill asked incredulously.
"What do you think it is?"
"I think there's been a mistake somewhere. I've never called this number. I've never even heard of this business. You must have been given the wrong hotel information."
Both women confirmed the name of the hotel along with the room number. It was the right location but Jill firmly denied making the call.
"My apologies for interrupting you," Candice said. "Have a good evening."
Candice turned to walk away and Jill's eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the woman's high heels.
"Wait," Jill said. "It's probably none of my business, but what services do you provide? Are you a saleswoman?"
"Not exactly."
"Then what were you expecting to do here?"
Candice raised an eyebrow. "I provide pleasure to successful women like yourself. But apparently there's been a mistake. Unless you want to reconsider?"
"Pleasure? Like a massage? Or a manicure? Is that what the briefcase is for?"
Candice flashed a faint smile. "A massage? Sure. But only for specific body parts. As for the briefcase, I don't think you want to know."
There was an awkward moment between the two women.
"Well, I hope you find what you're looking for," Jill said.
"You too," Candice replied suggestively.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Candice eyed the business women's body. "I think you know what I mean. I meet so many women on a regular basis that I can practically judge them at first glance."
"And you're judging me too?"
"I judge every woman I meet. Let me guess, you're single. Your job is the center of your universe. You travel from city to city whenever your boss commands, and you do it, kind of like a puppy. And you haven't been laid in forever. I figure that you're someone who reads erotic stories. You're a woman who loves to fantasize because your everyday life is so mundane."
Jill gave a slight huff. "Have a good night, miss."
"Was I wrong in my assessment?"
"I've had a long day. I need to get to bed."
"I understand. Sorry to bother you."
Candice walked down the hall towards the elevator. Jill watched the woman leave and she couldn't help but feel bad.
Getting sexually propositioned during a business trip was something Jill had become accustomed to. She was almost immune to it. But the propositions always came from men, whether it be sleazy men, or business men in suits. Never from a woman.
Jill stood in front of the window again. She was still holding the business card.
High Heels, Red Lipstick
. The card was plain white and there was a faint lipstick mark which made it look like it had been kissed. It was the first time Jill had ever heard of a lesbian service.
She returned her gaze to the outside street. Her room wasn't very high and she saw the people below. She looked down and noticed Candice standing on the street. Candice was typing on her phone.
There was an intrigue in Jill's mind. She wondered about Candice. She wondered exactly what type of business Candice was involved in. Candice seemed like an interesting person and Jill had nothing better to do that evening.
She grabbed the hotel keycard, put on her shoes, and she rushed to the elevator.
The elevator came quickly but the ride down was slow.
When the door finally opened, Jill walked quickly to the outside of the hotel and approached Candice, who was still texting.
"You again?" Candice asked, turning her attention towards Jill.
Jill took a second to catch her breath. "Yeah, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I felt bad for turning you away."
"Everything is fine."
"Were you able to sort everything out?"
"I did," Candice replied. "Apparently, I went to the right place. Someone hired me on your behalf. It's somewhat common. I was supposed to be your gift, but you declined."
Jill looked around to make sure no one heard the embarrassing conversation.
"Are you sure it wasn't a prank?" Jill asked.
"Our clientele is strict and exclusive. Someone hired me for a reason. But you weren't interested."
"So where are you going now?"
"Home."
