Bonnie and Bess were in the kitchen of the condo finishing the last of the pint of chocolate mint frozen yogurt. The first snow of the winter had created miniature drifts on the railing outside the window.
"Things seem to going well for you," Bonnie said.
"Yes, they are," Bess replied, licking the spoon. "Actually it seems that things are going well for both of us."
Bonnie had just finished telling Bess that one of her 'friends' was taking her to a conference in Florida, his treat. When Bess asked questions, all Bonnie would answer was she would fill her in upon her return.
Bess said, "Maybe I'll find a sugar daddy too."
"What about Mr. Dinner and Nothing Else? He might be it."
Bess laughed, "Maybe. Hey, I have new pictures for my album." She reached for it and opened it for Bonnie. Bess had added four new fantasies; One seemed to channel Jean Harlow. Bess had on a platinum blonde wig and white satin gown. It was plain that she was naked underneath. Another was fashioned after a 1950's pin-up girl. She was seated on her heels, dressed in a sheer baby-doll outfit, her hair and make-up straight from the '50's. The third one was French maid, complete with seamed stockings. The last one looked like anyone's next door neighbor.
Bonnie gave Bess a quizzical look.
"That was Tom's idea," Bess explained, "He said a lot of school boys fantasized about fucking their mom's best friend or next door neighbor. It sounded safe so I took it. I think it is more his fantasy."
"You have come a long way," Bonnie said tossing the yogurt container away. "Your album is definitely you. There are fantasies in here that I wouldn't dream of doing. We make a good team."
"Yes," Bess smiled, "I'm submissive for men and you like to dominate them."
"You have used 'The dungeon'," Bonnie said. "You know I have but I have never been tied up in there. Not my style but I have entertained in there. Just be careful in there."
"I'm not sure what you mean?" Bess asked.
"You know this is all about control. We have to keep it. In there, when the person is tied down, it is the other one who is in charge."
"I use the safe word and make sure they know it," Bess said.
"Yes," Bonnie continued, "I know you do but let me tell you a little secret. One night, I was in there and was dominated a man. We were totally into it. For the first time, I was going to orgasm myself as I continued to abuse him. I was so into my own pleasure that I didn't hear him say the safe word. It wasn't until he screamed it that I heard him."
"What happened?"
"Luckily, he was so into pain that he actually enjoyed it. He thought it was part of the fantasy. But it definitely taught me a lesson. So just be careful. I don't want anyone to hurt you."
"Me too!"
The two women sat in a corner booth at one of St Paul's better French restaurants. At quick glance you wouldn't pay them any notice. Perhaps two business associates or even sisters. The older one looked to be in her late 30's, with short chestnut hair. She was full figured but by no means fat. She was dressed in a matching black jacket and pants with a light blue shirt, open at the neck, showing a small gold chain.
The other was much younger through dressed very stylish. She wore a grey jacket and skirt that was tastefully short. Her burgundy shirt was opened lower, showing more cleavage and a beautiful string of pearls. Her earrings matched the necklace perfectly.
"I'm not really sure why I am doing this," say Nancy, the older woman, "I guess I just wanted company. A mutual friend, Tony Martin, said you might be right for me."
"No problem," Bess said, "Glad to be a help." This was the first time a woman had ever called but Bess was willing to see where it would go.
"I'm here on business from Chicago and I'm tired of room service, dinner alone, or with other business types," Nancy explained, "I thought it be nice to talk with a real woman." She looked around and sipped her wine. "Nice restaurant. You have excellent taste."
Part of the job Bess learned early was to get the 'client' to relax, to trust her. She would be a counselor, a friend, and confidante. Some had problems and no one to talk to about them.
Over dinner they talked about many things as Nancy found Bess very easy to talk to, almost as if this wasn't their first meeting. They both had vacationed in St. Martin and they lamented on the commercialism of what had been a quiet island with great French and native food. This restaurant was a great choice as they shared the same taste in the food. Nancy said she was happily married and had two children.
"Does that bother you?" Nancy asked.
"Not really," Bess answered.
"I understand you're a college graduate," Nancy said.
"Unusual for one in my business. Right?" Bess smiled.
Nancy stammered, "Sorry."
"No harm. And you?"
"I went to Michigan State and majored in business. I really wanted to be an English Lit. Major but no future in that."
Over coffee, Nancy began to open up. "My father ran a very large business and since he had no sons, someone had to take over the company when he left. So now he's retired and I'm in charge. Every day big decisions, big problems."
