Chapter 14 Fabien

The next few months are mercifully uneventful. I dive back into my Client sessions with renewed zest. My epiphany with Mistress Elizabeth allowed me to refocus on my purpose. I realized that I had quickly gotten complacent. I give a lot of thought about my time with Kait in particular. I begin aiming for a deeper connection with the women that seek me out. I keep asking

why are they here to see me? What is it that they need?

My sessions morph into spending more time with Clients in the lounge. Before, I'd try to get into the private room as quickly as possible. Quick banter, light buzz from drinks, then fucking their brains out. But now, I allow us to linger in our conversations. To dive further into their thoughts and feelings. At times, there were tears. Other times, it was tears from laughing so hard. They would lean in and speak to me as a true confidant and friend.

Often, most of the night is me chatting with a Client at the bar, and then duck out for a quick, intense fuck at the end. A couple of times-- with repeat Clients-- we don't even leave the lounge. One steady Client, our routine has become only lying in bed to cuddle and chat. She spends the entire session with her head on my chest and her hand on my crotch. That's all she requires. She'll let out soft sighs as we lay together. I think she just wants to feel safe and at ease. No expectations, no judgement. She usually falls into a slumber, snoring contently.

***

My downtime is spent with the crew in The Loft. It feels like it's been forever since I've had a group of friends like this. Their jolly nature is refreshing and charges me up for the next day. Most nights are composed of chill conversations. Sometimes, we have movie nights or binge sessions for TV shows. There will be the occasional board game. Esther gave salsa lessons once. One night, we played poker.

"I call," Evan says, dropping two chips onto the green felt tabletop.

I peek at my cards. I haven't played in years, but remember enough to participate. A four of diamonds and a ten of spades. I push my cards into the center. "I fold."

"I can't pick," Ryan states, crossing his arms.

Julia tosses her cards.

"I'm serious," Mari replies gravely, "you gotta choose."

Ryan shakes his head. He looks at the rest of us, sitting around the table. "I can't do it."

"Come on," Mari groans. "Stop being such a pussy."

Jomi and Anthony push chips out.

"It's an impossible choice!" Ryan shrugs as he falls back forcefully on the backing of the seat.

"I raise!" Mari exclaims.

Everyone groans.

"Goddamnit, Mari!" Ryan wails. "You're small blind. Just call the big blind!"

Mari scowls playfully. "Don't tell me what to do. Maybe I have good cards."

"Maybe you have jack shit," Jomi replies.

Mari sneers at him, and pushes in a stack of chips. Another chorus of groans. Everyone folds their cards. Mari snickers as she rakes the winnings in with her arm.

Ryan deals a fresh hand of cards. Blinds and bets are placed on the table. I curl up the corner of my cards. A pair of queens.

"I'd choose Mickey," Evan offers.

Mari snorts. "So fucking dull. Of course you would."

Evan's jaw juts out, a sign of annoyance. "Oh, and you would pick..."

"Stitch!"

A cacophony of replies fills the space.

"See? No one agrees. How could we choose just one of them?" Ryan spreads his hands dramatically.

"Because that's the game, dumbass!" Mari retorts. "You can only pick one Disney character."

"What about Piglet?" Julia asks. "He's so cute!"

"Piglet's a

he?"

Anthony looks around. "All this time I thought it was a she."

Ryan deals out three cards into the center of the table. A six, a two, and a queen. Mari pulls out her phone.

"Hey!" Anthony points at her. "No cheating!"

"I'm looking at all the hand options!" Mari shoots back.

"If you don't know how to play then you shouldn't be playing," Jomi replies.

Mari gives him a wide grin and turns back to Ryan. "Are you going to pick or what?"

"I'm thinking!"

Evan calls. I place out four chips. "I call and raise fifty cents."

Everyone successively folds.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

"Lisa, you always fold unless you have something," Evan replies.

"What? Do I?" I look around the table. Julia smiles sympathetically.

"You never bluff," Ryan says, chuckling. "I'm guessing you have two pair. Or trips."

"Ugh!" I groan and toss my cards into the middle.

"Alright. Hurry up, dumbass!" Mari barks at Ryan, crossing her arms. "Choose one Disney character and the rest die."

"The rest die?!"

Ryan looks aghast. "What the fuck kind of question is this?!"

"It's a psychological test," Mari retorts. "I'm gettin' into yo braiiiiiins!"

"I fuck with Snoopy," Jomi says.

"Oooooh yeah." Julia nods. "Snoopy is the fucking best!"

"Dude."

Ryan rolls his head. "He's not even Disney. Now you're just complicating the situation!"

***

After my encounter with Paige, I was allowed a phone. Not my old one with all my contacts, but a new one with just Paige and other Talent contact info. I make it a point to text Paige more regularly. She's always quick to respond, usually with pics of Maeve.

My exercise regimen has leveled off into a good routine. We don't need me to build any more muscle but to maintain tone. Anthony stopped coaching me daily and now does sporadic check-ins. My body measurements stay at pretty consistent numbers.

In Heels, Mistress Vanessa is finally satisfied with my ability and form, even in steep stilettos. "Look how far you've come." She basks in her pride. "Should we try ballet heels?"

Since I lost Chloe as my personal Server, Melissa is tasked as a replacement. I was never fully comfortable being waited on hand and foot, but Chloe and I got into a reliable routine. With Melissa, all the awkwardness comes rushing back.

Melissa's demeanor is distant, not unlike Chloe's when we met. On one of our first days together, I tried to break the ice with Melissa. I sat at the table across from her as she worked on my manicure. Her auburn hair was tied into a ponytail as she focused on buffing my nails.

"So, Melissa," I ventured, "how long have you been at Eden?"

Melissa lowered her chin. "Mistress..."

"Uh huh?"

"I've been advised to keep our interactions strictly professional," she said softly. "For both of our benefits."

"Oh." I wasn't exactly surprised, but my temper flared. "I don't believe in treating you like some faceless drone..."

"I know, Mistress." She smiled without looking up. "I appreciate the sentiment. And I assure you, I understand where you're coming from. We all do."

I cocked my head at her. "We?"

"The staff," she replied. "We know how well you regarded Chloe. And how you treat all of us in and around Eden. Everyone really likes serving you."

I had to smile. Not at the compliment. But knowing that the Servers indeed talk and gossip amongst themselves.

"Not that anyone else treats us badly," Melissa continued. "But it's noticed that you make extra effort for us."

I blushed, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I've never taken praise of any sort well. But I was glad the Servers recognized my respect for them. "I understand your position with our working relationship," I told her. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to totally follow the rules."

Melissa grinned, revealing the white of her teeth. Her eyes darted up to mine for a brief moment. "That's what I figured."

***

One day, Lily stops me on my way to the gym section. Her face is dour. She pulls me into an empty classroom. "What's up?" I ask, as she closes the door.

She exhales loudly. "Another special assignment."

"Cecilia?" I theorize. Lily shakes her head.

"Fabien," she answers. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it. The look on Lily's face doesn't induce enthusiasm. "He's a fucking asshole."

"Great," I mutter. Then I stop. "Wait--

he???"

She pats the air with her palm. "He's not a Client."

I furrow my brow, perplexed. "He's a Master of his own operation," she continues, "like Mistress Elizabeth." She opens the door and walks out, nodding for me to follow. We make our way up the stairs.

"What? What does he want with me?"

"With

us.

He's requested me as well," she says grimly. I was not expecting that. We turn the corner down the hall. "It's like an exchange program. He'll send two of his Talent here, and we go over to him."

"And Mistress Elizabeth okayed this?"

"She didn't have much choice," Lily replies. "I asked her the same thing. She held him off for a while, but she owes him a favor, and he's cashing in. It's not something she can refuse. Luckily, she negotiated him down to one night."

We stop walking. "When do we have to go?" I ask.

"Tonight." She gestures towards a door, and I notice we've arrived at my room. "Get your Server to help prep you. Formal outfit tonight."

She starts walking back down the hall. After a few steps she turns. "Let's just try to make this as quick and painless as possible, yeah?"

I nod. I don't get the usual no nonsense air from Lily. Her demeanor is tense. I take a hard swallow, and summon Melissa via text.

***

Soon, Lily and I are riding in the back of a black SUV. Melissa helped me select a shimmering bronze gown. The ruched fabric crosses my breasts and ends in points just above the crest of my bosom. My shoulders and neckline are bare. The floor length skirt has a high slit, going up to the middle of my thigh.

On my feet, I wear gold heels with several loops around my ankles. My hair is straightened, now almost to my shoulders. Melissa opted for nude hues for my lipstick and eyeshadow.

Lily's wearing a dark green sleeveless dress. The neckline is high, and the hem goes down to her ankles. The stilettos are severely high, and only two thin straps-- at the ankle and toes-- hold them to her feet. I note that they bring her to almost exactly my height as we walked down the hall together.

Her red hair is smooth as silk, gathered to one side. Her blush is dark, causing her cheekbones to pop. Her lipstick is velvety red, making them look extra luscious.

I lean in to her. "You look great, by the way."

She smiles tersely, but her mouth quickly shifts back into a serious flat line. "Listen, while we're there, we don't know exactly what we're walking into. Just remember Mistress Elizabeth's rules-- grace and self-control."

I nod. "Are you expecting this to be unpleasant?"

Lily lowers her head. "Fabien has a reputation for... being a little rough on his Talent."

My eyes widen. I sit back and try to imagine what the implications are. She continues, "We should be protected under Mistress Elizabeth, but I don't want to assume he won't try to bend the rules."

"What are you thinking will happen?" I try to keep my voice steady, but I'm not sure how successful I am.

She shakes her head. "It's a rule across the organizations that we can't do more than one session a night. So it won't be

that

bad." She doesn't sound convinced.

"Why are we even called in to do this?"

"Usually it's at the behest of a particular Client," Lily replies. "Maybe a niche that his current pool of Talent can't fulfill." She looks at me.

Ahh. That seems to make sense. Maybe he doesn't have a trans Talent, and word has spread about me and my demand.

"What I don't get," she continues, "is why I'm being called in as well." She bites her lower lip. "I'm a dom to sub men. That's not exactly a rare commodity."

"Maybe your experience?" I offer. "And you're a gorgeous woman. There's always demand for that." She doesn't respond. Only narrowing her eyes.

The SUV comes to a stop in front of our destination. We step out of the vehicle, and I look at the building. Unlike the tall, gleaming glass of Elizabeth's operation, this is a squat, concrete warehouse. Lily and I trade glances as we head to the entrance.

We pass through double doors. I look back at the driver, James, standing stoically by the front of the SUV, as the doors close between us.

I turn to find us in a reception room. Exposed brick and dark painted walls give a foreboding aura. The front desk is dark wood, looking heavy and solid. The receptionist rises to greet us. She's very thin. Her blonde hair is cut into a wavy bob. Bright red lipstick punctuates her full lips. She has on a maroon long sleeved button down, paired with a tight leather skirt. She steps out from behind the desk, and I see she has on dark lace stockings and ankle boot heels.

"From Mistress Elizabeth?" she asks us.

"That's right," Lily answers. The receptionist nods, leads us through a door and down a hallway. We come up to a heavy wood door. She opens it and leads us in.

The office is dark, lined with wood panels and bookshelves. There is a circle of overstuffed leather chairs, near a stone fireplace and a cowhide rug. Various taxidermy animal heads hang on the walls. Further back is a large dark wood desk. It looks like the type of room where old men gather to smoke cigars and trade sexual exploits. I hate it immediately.

Behind the desk, in a high-back leather chair, is a man with brown, Ivy League cut hair. His facial hair is trimmed close and tight. There's a salt and pepper effect of grays in his beard. I'd guess he's in his late forties. He's in a dark gray suit with a black striped tie. I wouldn't call him fat, but his features are soft and round. His nose is prominent and hooked. He eyes us as we approach, a small smirk rising from the corner of his mouth.

The receptionist steps to the side of the area in front of the desk and gestures towards us. "Mistress Elizabeth's party," she announces.

The man casually wags a finger, and the receptionist turns to leave. As she steps out of my periphery, he says, "Tell Helena and Gabriel to come in."

He turns his focus back to us, smiling. "What beauties," he says, as he stands. "You honor me with your presence. I'm Master Fabien."

He steps around the desk, centering in front of us. "I've got to say, I'm so glad we finally worked it out to have you here. We're going to have quite a night."

His proximity makes my skin crawl. He reminds me of every douchebag at the center of my female friends' dating disasters. Pompous, narcissistic, privileged.

He turns to Lily. "I can't believe we haven't met until now, Ms. Lily. What a delight that all the tales of your beauty weren't exaggerated." Lily eyes him without comment.

Fabien chuckles. "Stories of your prickly persona seem to be true as well."

He turns to me. "You must be Ms. Lisa." I give a slight head bow. "Well, at least this one has manners!" He smirks at Lily.

I hear the door behind us open again. Fabien silently curls his fingers in a

come here

motion. Into my periphery, walk two figures.

The woman, Helena, is shorter than us, curvy with impressive biceps. Her dark blonde hair is tied in a long braid. She has thin lips and a ringlet piercing on her left eyebrow. Her ears are lined with piercings as well. Her jaw is square but comes to a bit of a weak chin.

She's wearing a black leather sleeveless top and matching leather leggings. Her outfit is finished off with black combat boots and leather wristbands with silver studs. She watches Lily and I through hazel eyes.

Gabriel looks Latino. He's got a short goatee with a small gap separating the mustache and the beard. His hair is shaved tight on the sides and is longer at the top. He's got a muscular build, not unlike Anthony. His outfit mirrors Helena's.

Fabien steps closer to me. "You had quite a show in Las Vegas. I've been curious to see you up close for myself."

The Fetish Ball! That's where I've seen him before. He was in the VIP section!

He studies me up and down. "It's a convincing effort. You could never tell." He smirks, and looks down at my dress.

"But why are we being so modest?" He nods at the others.

Suddenly, the woman grabs at my dress. The man does the same to Lily.

"Hey!" I yell.

I hear Lily bark, "What the fuck?!"

The two strangers proceed to pull off our clothes with aggressive, rough yanks. The woman rips my dress in order to pry it away from my exposed body. The male forces Lily's dress over her head, leaving her hair mussed and frayed.

"What the fuck is this, Fabien!?" Lily shouts at him.

"Mind your manners!" Fabien barks sternly at her. He recomposes himself. "You're talking to your Master. You will behave accordingly."

Lily stares daggers at him, her chest heaving. Rage causes her lip to curl. He ignores her and concentrates his eyes on me. He tilts his head to the side and leans down to peer at my flaccid penis.

"Hmph," he grunts as he straightens back upright, and studies my face. "I've seen prettier faces." He glances from me to Lily.

He waves dismissively at my chest. "I've seen better tits. And I've seen bigger packages."

He shakes his head. "So why all the fuss? Je ne sais quoi, I suppose." He chuckles. "We'll find out soon enough. We haven't much time to waste."

He looks at Helena. "The audience is already here, yes?"

"What?" Lily is aghast. "What

audience?

You can't violate the rule of one session per night, Fabien--"

"MASTER

Fabien!" he yells as he slaps Lily hard across the face. Her head jerks to the side and recenters. I can see her cheek burning red. The frown deepens on her face. "Honestly, you do lack manners," he says in a slow, steady voice.

Fabien's eyes sweep over to Gabriel. "Get them ready."

With that, his two lackeys plop down a pile of dark leather. Helena separates a bundle and holds it up. It appears to be a thick netting of straps. She grabs and pulls at my limbs to work the leather onto my body. The straps cross-cross along my torso down to my pelvis. The straps are positioned in a way that frame my breasts, leaving them uncovered, as well as straddling my exposed crotch.

From behind, Helena cinches the straps tightly, causing my ribs to constrict. The effect also makes my breasts spill out further over the straps. My body is jostled as she harshly adjusts the fit.

I look over at Lily, who silently glowers at Fabien. I see Gabriel finishing off her outfit, reflecting mine. Her pale, exposed flesh contrasts against the black leather straps.

Helena violently draws back my arms, and begins tying my wrists with rope. She gives no slack, and I can already feel the burn of the rope against my skin. She proceeds to wrap more rope around my elbows, holding them in the uncomfortable position. I feel the strain in my back and shoulders. As she tightens the rope even futher, my elbows squeeze closer together, constricting painfully. The result of this causes my torso to jut out, pushing my breasts forward and up.

I grimace at the discomfort just as I see Helena's hands come down on either side of my neck. In her hands is a thick metal collar. She closes it around my neck, and I hear the clack of a lock snapping shut. The collar feels tight and heavy. I can barely shift my head now. I manage to glance at Lily, who is similarly restrained at the arms and collared.

"You're so fucking out of line here," she growls at Fabien.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "You whores over there at Elizabeth's have been coddled and spoiled. Like you're at some fancy bathhouse." He paces around us. "This might be a bit of a wake up call to you."

He stops and leans in close to Lily. "It's true. I'm sadly limited in what I can do with you. Nothing permanent. And I can't have you servicing multiple guests on a night." My breath trembles, but a slight exhale of relief leaves my lips.

"But-- I figure, why satisfy two guests when I can give a whole roomful of them a show?" My fear rushes back.

"What are you talking about?" Lily snaps. He feigns to slap her again, but she doesn't balk. Her jaw is set and her eyes flash with ferocity.