July Means Fireworks
With a certain amount of surprise, Pamela Marie Evans looked at the calendar on her computer screen, and realized that June was nearly over. July would be starting next week, and with that, July the fourth weekend.
Pam was beginning to like working at Rebecca London Associates, even though she was only an intern. She had worried that her reputation would have gone before her, and that everyone she met would have been jealous of her, but was so relieved to find out that, aside from just a few women who had already met her, and those women knew how to keep their mouth shut, nobody knew who she was.
That didn't stop those same women from ogling her every chance they got. Or making it known they wanted something, uhm, personal from her. However, Pam also knew she was pretty much untouchable. And so did those women.
Now, almost four weeks in, Pam felt like she could finally relax, and she already had new friends and was learning so much, both applying what she had learned in school but also seeing what worked and what didn't, helping her co-workers and them helping her.
Many of the people at work had said if they hadn't known Pam was just an intern, they would have thought she was a regular employee. For Pam, that counted for a lot.
This summer was turning out to be her best yet. It remained to be seen how school was going to look once she was back, but that wasn't for another two months.
She made a mental note to check her, uh, other email inbox, just as soon as she went for her lunch break. She made sure that she could access it from her cell phone. She definitely did not want anyone at work seeing that email address, or thinking she had any special reason to check a different one than her regular one.
As soon as she got the chance, when she took her lunch, Pam eased her cell phone out of her purse and pulled up the app. Fortunately she had taken the time to have both inboxes available from the app, so it wouldn't look suspicious just to check her email.
Sure enough, there was an email from Sabrina.
"My Darling," the email started.
Pam smiled to herself, then kept reading.
"As you know, the Fourth of July holiday is coming up. In order to avoid complications, both for you and for my guests, not to mention scheduling conflicts, I am having the fetish party the weekend after the fourth, instead of on the actual day.
"I am expecting you to wear latex for the party. The summer months being what they are, you will find latex easier to wear than leather. Once the weather turns cooler, we can have you begin wearing leather again.
"Also, there will be a different sort of fireworks at this party. You and I will be having sex at the party, just as we did at the very first party I had introduced you at. This time I won't be lending you out to any other women. We'll talk about that next time we see each other. I also want to talk about taking you anally for the first time. I bought some new latex dresses for you that I can't wait to have you wear.
"Look out for further emails with additional details with the date and time of the party. As always, please do not call me unless it's an emergency. Use this email address to contact me.
"Love, Sabrina."
Pam made a quick reply -- "I can't wait! Love, Pam" -- then made sure to close the email first, then closed the app. She had to admit, the prospect of having sex just with Sabrina and with nobody else gave her tingles in the best way.
Her pussy twinged with the memory of being taken for the first time. Being held. Being caressed. Just the memory of Sabrina raking her nails up and down Pam's back was enough to send goosebumps all over Pam's body.
Pam wanted to feel that again.
She couldn't help but remember how safe and secure she felt in Sabrina's arms, and how it just felt right to tell her that she, Pam, didn't have any talent in creative writing and please, don't expel her.
She did her best to not let the memory wash over her, even as she checked the time and saw she had to get back to work. So she quickly finished her lunch, took her tray to the other end of the room and headed back to her desk.
Pam felt more than a little bit guilty about even the prospect of sleeping with different women, even if it was women from work. That was something she hadn't had a chance to discuss with Sabrina. She would definitely have to remember to bring that up. It would be useful to have some guidance.
Would Pam, as Sabrina's Pet, be available to sleep with other women? Not that she would put herself in that position, but Pam knew two things -- first, that she was desirable and all the rest, but, that sleeping with other women might be her ticket to having a job waiting for her after graduation.
So she was willing to put herself out there -- up to a point.
She wondered if this made her a lesbian, or just a slut. She had never liked women before, not until she got involved with her professor. She remembered the butterflies in her stomach every time she saw Jimmy Waters. For a moment, she wondered what he was up to at that moment, wondering if he was thinking about her, too.
Pam couldn't wait to tell Sabrina all about her first month at her internship -- even about how some of the women there had made passes at her.
* * * *
Sabrina Barnes read Pam's brief reply to her message -- "I can't wait!" -- and smiled.
Neither can I, she thought. Sabrina had bought Pam several new latex outfits from House of CB, no less. They were expensive, but the Kardashians and other celebrities swore by them. And Pam deserved only the best.
Sabrina found her slowly warming attitude towards Pam vaguely alarming. She hoped she wasn't falling in love.
True, young Pamela was her Pet. Her lover? Not quite yet.
While the girl wasn't exactly old enough to be her daughter, Pam was, in fact, more than ten years younger than Sabrina. That counted as quite an age difference. Not quite a May December thing. More like May August.
That made her study the calendar on her desk. Right away, one thing caught her eye -- the three months in between academic years, June, July and August.
Sabrina didn't like the three months in between the Spring and Fall Semesters, waiting for the new school year to start. Not having classes to teach or papers to grade, even for a temporary three month period, was hard to get used to. In fact, it was only June, and she was already climbing the walls. Even getting to sleep late, without having the alarm go off, felt like a stolen luxury.
But now Sabrina had something to do, and that was to finish getting ready for the Fourth of July party. While the last one had been a satin and lace party, this one was fully intended to go back to basics. It would be a latex party.
Leather wasn't very comfortable in the hot summer months, she'd found. It was more of a cold-weather material to wear. Perhaps at the Halloween party, she might bring out the leather again. Yes. That's what she would do.
In the meantime, she had preparations to complete. Just in time, Linda came up to her.
"Just the lady I wanted to see," Sabrina said, rubbing her hands together.
"Yes, Miss Barnes," Linda said, smiling broadly.
"Have the trucks arrived with our alcohol yet?"
"Actually, yes, they have -- just the other day, as a matter of fact. I signed for the deliveries myself."
"Excellent. And what about a bartender for the evening?"
Linda brought out her tablet and pecked at the screen. "Ah...yes, the temp agency emailed me yesterday, in fact. They can have someone for us."
"Very good," Sabrina said. "It sounds like everything is ready for the party."
"Why, yes, I believe so," Linda said confidently. "Unless there's a reason why your Pet can't be here."
Sabrina laughed. "That would have to be a very good reason, but she emailed me saying she could make it."
"If I might say so, it sounds as though you really like this girl."
Sabrina said, "I won't deny, I'm coming to like having her around. Why do you say so?"
"I just wanted to say that I think it's great you've met somebody."
"Why, thank you, Linda. That's nice of you to say. No cracks about her age?"
"No," Linda said. "Trust me, I knew that one of my professors in college had a much younger girlfriend. It explained how he was able to concentrate with all the young girls in class."
"Ah, I see," Sabrina said, rather uncomfortable with being compared to a male professor but pleased all the same. "Speaking of young Pamela, I must see to arrangements. I have to make sure she has a ride out here."
"I already took care of that," Linda said, glancing at her tablet again. "Yes, I called April the other day and made sure she could drive Pamela here and back."
"Linda, I don't know what I would do without you."
