Placing the phone receiver down Ms. Wittmore sits back in her office chair and smiles to herself. She hadn't thought much about Councillor Davis since his last visit to the club but now that the new Mayor was starting to make noises regarding new licencing laws, he was very much on her mind. Well more how useful he and a few more of his fellow councillors could be to her.
Turning her attention away from business matters for a moment, she lets her mind wander to Cally and she can't help but smile once again, but this time her smile is soft and true. Flicking her computer screen to look at the live feed from the surveillance cameras she secretly had installed at Cally's apartment, she quickly scans each room. Finally clicking to enlarge the picture of the camera covering Cally's bedroom, where the she is still sleeping, completely unaware of their existence and the fact she is being watched.
Settling back in her office chair, sipping her coffee she slowly zooms in on Cally's face, she looks so peaceful and content sleeping softly, Ms. Wittmore can't help but adore and admire her. Every test and every challenge she put before her, she more than meets and exceeds all her expectations. Lightly she runs her finger tip over the screen as if tracing Cally's face and gradually zooms out to watch as her Cally begins to stir from her deep sleep.
Cally slowly wakes up, stretching her long legs out, feeling the tightness in them. Then continuing to stretch her tired aching body out she finally opens her eyes trying to focus on the bedside clock. Its almost midday, but seeing as she didn't get to bed before 5am that's not surprising. Grabbing the pillow next to her, she pulls it over her head and groans deeply, not wanting to get up but knowing she will need to be at the club soon.
Ms. Wittmore smiles as she watches the way Cally covers her eyes with the pillow so tightly, its sweet and endearing to see. Its such an innocent act, almost normal, but she knows behind it Cally's mind will be racing, retracing the events of the evening before. She had come to know Cally so well, seeing daily the battle in the woman, the way she wanted to fight what was happening to her, yet the way in the end she just simply caved and submitted fully.
Dragging herself out of bed Cally heads to the shower, spending longer than required but taking advantage of being able to do so and enjoying the feel of the hot water flowing over her. Carefully she checks over her body, looking for new marks or bruises and smiles to herself and blushing a little at the memory of each tiny one. Continuing to check her body over, her fingers run over her legs, sliding all the way up to her mound and on feeling the start of regrowth, she reaches for her razor, the last thing she would want to do is fall foul of one of Ms. Wittmore's easier rules.
All the time Ms. Wittmore watches Cally's morning routine, moving from one camera to the next as she moves around house. She knows her movements inside out, but then as she watches her every morning and Cally is a creature of habit that isn't surprising.
She continues to watch as Cally re-enters the bedroom, letting her silk robe fall to the ground. Ms. Wittmore can't help but admire the way Cally's body is toning up, the extra sessions with Ms. Wittmore, along the dancing at the club are really beginning to show. Watching as she walks over to the chair in the corner of the room, sorting through the clothing thrown over the arm, letting most fall to the ground, she tuts to herself at the her untidiness and makes a mental note to make a surprise visit to her apartment soon and correct this lazy behaviour.
As Cally begins to dress, Ms. Wittmore's attention is finally averted as Seb enters her office. Closing the screen down she turns her attention to the man now stood in front of her with an arm full of files.
"Good morning Ms. Wittmore."
"Well officially it's afternoon now Seb."
"True, very true, where would you like these?"
Clearing a space on her desk she points for him to place the files down, lifting the first off the pile.
"Is this everything we have Seb?"
"Yes Ms. Wittmore, every record of every member of the City Council that has and does use our clubs and services."
"Good, good... And have we managed to fine anything of interest about the Mayor himself?"
"I have a couple of very good people working on that as we speak, they assure me they will find anything that is there to find."
"Very good... Thank you Seb."
"You are welcome Ms. Wittmore," replied Seb as he turned and left the office, making sure to leave the door ajar as Ms. Wittmore liked it.
Opening one of the files in front of her Ms. Wittmore begins to leaf through the pages, all the information she needs to aid her in getting councillor Davis on side, even he if is reluctant at first is sitting in front of her. A man like Davis relies on his reputation, a wealthy business man with his fingers in many pies, so to speak, will do what is required to avoid a scandal. Plus a young family and wife who has expensive tastes, all this Ms. Wittmore knew exactly how to use for her own gain. His uses were limited but if it came down to a vote in council chambers, she would see that she secured his.
Opening the next file underneath, she couldn't help but smile wider, Councillor Raymond, unlike Councillor Davis was most definitely going to be more use. His position within the Council put him in direct contact with the Mayor daily and would be very useful indeed. There was plenty to use on Raymond to get him on side, one way or another. Councillor Raymond was well known in her clubs for his tastes and was known to mishandle the girls at times. Turning the page Ms. Wittmore was faced with one such incident, where Raymond had got heavy handed, the photograph of Lilly's black eye and cut lip could be very useful indeed.
A while later, as she opened the final file and began to take a few notes she heard approaching foot steps, a light tap on the door and automatically she knew it would be Cally, just arrived.
"Enter!" She called out and sure enough Cally walked confidently through the door.
"Close the door, my dear," she instructed and with a nod of her head Cally complied.
It was rare that Ms, Wittmore ever closed her office door fully, it was a sure sign to anyone approaching not to disturb and in Cally's presence it normally meant under no circumstances disturb.
Cally closed the door and walked forwards, greeting Ms. Wittmore as she approaches the desk. Ms. Wittmore in turn stands up and moves around the desk, holding her arms out for Cally to walk into. Wrapping her arms tightly around Cally's waist and pulling her into a passionate kiss.
"Now my day is complete." Ms. Wittmore declared as finally she broke their kiss.
Moving back behind the desk, she tapped the top instructing for Cally to sit next to her as she sat back down in her chair, closing the file open in front of her and moving them all to make a space for her to sit down.
"How did you sleep Cally?"
"Hmm soundly, thank you Ms. Wittmore."
"Of that I am sure my dear!"
Cally blushed deeply, which made Ms. Wittmore smile even more. Her innocence still was her biggest appeal, yet she still submitted in every way and this alone made her prefect for Ms. Wittmore.
Attempting to change the subject and avoid having to discuss the previous nights details, Cally ran her finger over the files in front of Ms. Wittmore, looking intently at the photograph that somehow was now sat on top and fully on show, she slowly turned it towards her.
"Someone you know my dear?" Ms. Wittmore asked.
"I think so, who is it?"
"His name is Leonard Rawles."
"Leo, yes I remember him," Cally replied.
"Oh? From where do you remember him?"
"A while ago now, but he used to come into Gus' bar a lot."
"Really! Now you have my interest, tell me more."
Cally looked up and saw a strange glint in Ms. Wittmore's eyes. She thought back to those early days working at Gus' bar and small smile crossed her face when she remembered how shy Leo seemed to be when she first met him.
"What exactly do you want to know?"
Sliding her hand up Cally's thigh, pushing her short skirt upwards as she did, Ms. Wittmore stood up and moving so she now stood directly in front of her, forcing Cally's legs apart, she leaned in towards her. Teasingly kissing her way up her neck as her hand moved higher and higher she whispered softly, yet firmly into the girls ear.
"Tell me everything and if I like what I hear you will receive a sweet orgasm my dear."
"And if you don't like what you hear?"
"Hhmmm if I don't like it, you'll receive such a spanking you will struggle to sit down for the rest of the day."
Ms. Wittmore smiled as Cally let out a moan, as much as she tried to not show it, Ms. Wittmore knew Cally got turned on when she was talked to in this way and to emphasize her words she let her finger nails dig into her thigh and was rewarded with a deeper moan. She stepped in closer and let her fingers drag over Cally's bare, soft, smooth mound.
"Such a slut, look at the way you spread your legs and you think I don't feel you pushing your hips forwards. Always so greedy to be touched, to be used. But these things have to be earned as you know, so tell me how you know Leonard Rawles and I'll decide which reward you receive."
Cally moaned again, she could feel her pussy becoming wet and she was trying to discreetly push herself closer to Ms. Wittmore's fingers, to feel her touch. She cursed herself for being so predictable and her body yet again giving into its needs.
Taking a deep breath as Ms. Wittmore's fingers continued to tease her inner thighs and over her mound, she slowly started to tell Ms. Wittmore about the Leo she knew. Starting from the first time she remembered noticing him at the bar, always sat alone, at the far end, nursing a glass of whiskey. He never interacted with the dancers, seemed hardly to even notice them really, which made him more interesting to Cally. She attempted on a number of occasions to draw him into a conversation but only ever got short abrupt replies, so in the end just gave up and left him to his drink and to sit and look on from a distance at the girls dancing.
