The dinner ended up being quite delicious, and for $25,000 per seat it better have been. They did a surf and turf tonight of filet mignon and fresh caught mahi mahi with a lobster bisque and a medley of pan seared squash and zucchini. Everything was cooked and seasoned to perfection, and it was obvious Sophia approved as she eagerly ate every last bite on her plate.
During the meal, a few people got up on the stage and gave short speeches while we ate. The museum curator talked about the impact the Institute had had on the city over the past decade, how important we are as donors to allow the Institute to accomplish its outreach goals, and that none of what they do would be possible without us, and blah, blah, blah. I stopped listening after a few minutes because it was the same kinds of speeches at every fundraiser, and they got boring really fast. In truth, I didn't come to these events because I wanted to support the cause. I came because they were fun, had good food and drinks, and were about as close to a formal ball as I could get. They made me feel like royalty, and I loved it.
When the speeches concluded we all resumed our small talk as we finished our meals. It turned out that my suspicions were correct about Mr. Redfield, that his date was in fact the girl he had bought at the Auction the day before. Lily was her name, and she was only a year older than Sophia, while Mr. Redfield was well into his 60's. The age gap was a bit uncomfortable and made the 16 year difference between me and Sophia seem much more acceptable. But the fact that he'd brought her made me think maybe I'd misjudged him. I was always under the impression that the men who attended the auction almost always fulfilled their contracts before night's end, but here they were together a day after like Sophia and I. Maybe Mr. Redfield was different, or maybe he couldn't get it up. It was nice though because Sophia and Lily had already met a few days before at the orientation leading up to the Auction, so they were at least able to carry on a conversation with each other and not feel completely out of place at the table.
After everyone had finished, I excused myself and Sophia from the table and the two of us went back over to the bar for another drink. I found Marga again and flagged her down.
"Marga dear, could I get another martini please?" I asked warmly. "Sophia, would you like another amaretto sour, or something else?"
"Umm, I want to try something else," Sophia said happily.
"Hmm, ok then, how about a mint julep for this one?" I suggested.
"Right away, ma'am," Marga replied, getting straight to work.
Sophia glanced up at me as she heard the word "ma'am" remembering how I'd punished her for using it.
"My rules don't apply to her," I explained. "I've never paid her for sex."
Sophia giggled as she took her new drink from the bar and took a sip. She licked her lips and smiled, clearly enjoying the taste, and I wondered if she was starting to feel a buzz from the first drink. I knew I would soon, but I typically cut myself off after three drinks, knowing it would be enough to get me to my ideal level of intoxication without getting too impaired. Feeling it was time to resume my game, I turned Sophia's toy back on and was pleased to see not even a flinch from her. She must have prepared herself to expect it at any moment, and it gave me new hope that she would do better this time. I left another $20 tip on the bar for Marga and we took our drinks up the stairs to the balcony level so we could watch people dance. I wanted to dance too, but the dance floor was getting a bit crowded and I wanted to wait for there to be fewer people to bump into.
Up on the balcony, I was surprised to see a face I hadn't seen in several years. A short woman stood all by herself, leaning on the railing as she watched the people down below. She was in her late thirties with long, dark flowing hair about the same length and color as Sophia's, and wore a beautiful forest green dress that perfectly accentuated her petite figure.
"Fräulein Chiara?" I asked, approaching her from the side.
"I was wondering when you'd find me," she said with a thick German accent, turning to greet me with a sly smile. She gave me a gentle hug and a long, sensual kiss on the lips. "It's good to see you again, Liebchen. It's been too long. Who is this?"
"Oh, this is my date, Sophia," I said, introducing her. "Sophia, this is Fräulein Chiara, Vice-Consul for the German government."
"Oh it's Ambassador now actually. I haven't been at the Consul since 2017," the older woman said, extending her hand to Sophia. She brought Sophia's hand up to her lips and gently kissed the back of her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sophia. You look absolutely exquisite! My Liebchen has impeccable taste, I must say."
Chiara let go of Sophia's hand and reached up to caress her cheek. "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, her tastes have not changed at all since I first met her. You have my figure."
Chiara's finger gently traced a line from Sophia's cheek, down her neck to her collarbone, and down the plunging neckline of her dress between her breasts. Seeing the two of them stare at each other I saw what Chiara saw. Sophia was a younger version of Chiara. They had similar hair, same round faces, petite frames, small busts, fair skin. It was like looking at mother and daughter. The only difference was their personality and I think I understood why Sophia drew me in so much. Fräulein Chiara was the only dominant partner I'd ever had, the only woman who'd ever made me want to be submissive, and one of the first women I'd ever slept with. She was my Miss Rose, and I was her Sophia. I was a much younger woman then, new to the world of lesbian sex, and ever since those few months we'd spent together I'd always tried to emulate her. But since she was what I desired to have as a sub, and I knew I'd never have a chance as her domme, finding Sophia was my chance to get as close to that reality as possible.
"Mmm, so perky, and petite," Chiara said, cupping Sophia's breast with no shame at all in this very public place. Luckily there weren't many people in our immediate vicinity. I saw Sophia tense up and close her eyes as Chiara's thumb brushed her nipple over the dress. "And aroused?! Have you been playing with her tonight, Liebchen?"
"Yes, Fräulein," I said, showing her the remote I held in my hand.
"Oh that's devilish," Chiara said with a wicked smile. "I like it. And is it on right now?"
I nodded.
