Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 21: Maitresse Familias Interfering

 

Fifteen minutes should be just right, Solange thought as she opened Prep Room 3's door and peeked her head around through the opening.

And she'd been right. ShaJuana had yet to begin getting out of costume after her just-completed session. Instead, she was staring vaguely into her mirror with her chin resting in one hand, a little half smile curving her full mouth and a cold-cream moistened cotton-ball loosely held in her free hand. If it were not for the thigh-high, spike-heeled pirate boots, skin-tight black leather catsuit and the whip dangling from her waist, she looked like a teenage girl daydreaming of prom night.

Perfect.

"Excuse me, Juana," she called out into the quiet room, "Got a minute to talk to your boss?"

The tall beauty nearly jumped out of her chair in surprise. "Solange?" she squeaked as she tried to catch the breath she'd just lost. She made an admirable effort at regaining her composure and Solange had to give her credit for almost managing it.

Almost.

"Got a minute?" she asked, purposefully repeating her question.

"Ummm, uh, sure," Juana stammered before swallowing hard and trying to blank her face of any emotion. "What do you need, Solange?"

"Just wanted to talk for a minute. Nice scene, by the way. You just about terrorized that poor guy."

"Huh?" Juana stumbled, taken off balance by the unexpected direction of the comment. "That scene? Why would that scare him? He's the one who set the whole thing up. We do almost the same exact shtick every time he comes in for a session with me. I wish I COULD terrorize him because he's getting too freakin' comfortable that I won't play outside the tight little box he's built around us with all his damned limits! I know we're not here for our own pleasure, but that little snot gets off on topping from the bottom because he's paying the bill. Some days I just wanna choke 'im!"

"You know I draw the line at breath-control play, but you can certainly dump him if he's that much of a problem for you. You know I'll back you up, too. You deserve your due as his Domme and if he's not giving his fair share to make the scene work for you both, he can find another dungeon. And you already do well enough financially from your other clients that you don't have to put up with 'snots'."

"I know," Juana sighed, her shoulders drooping a bit. "It's just that, outside of that crap, I like him, and, well, I think he really needs what he gets from me. Doc referred him, you know," she said, referring to one of Solange's long-time clients who was also a physician. "Stress and stuff. He's better now, I think."

"Well, I think you scared him enough that he might be a little more amenable to providing you with your Dommely prerogatives from now on. Having a whip-toting Mistress grinning that broadly while she ties his dick and balls into bowknots tends to get even an asshole's attention. Since you USUALLY sneer during your scenes, having that dopey grin on your face the whole session must have been rather daunting. He was dressed and gone in under five minutes."

"Really?" Juana said softly, her own smile returning. "Well, then I'll just have to see about how much we can stretch that box of his next time. Thanks for the tip. Umm, is that all you wanted?"

The older woman's face became stern as she shook her head, "No. You've been avoiding me," Solange told her younger protegee, "And I thought it was about time we stopped dancing around each other. Hell, Juana, it's been over a WEEK!"

Juana's dark brown eyes flashed and her lips thinned "You set me up! Tina wouldn't have beaten me if you hadn't stacked the deck in her favor!"

Well, Solange mused, at least it's out in the air between us now. "His favor," she corrected. "As I recall, it was Ty, not Tina, who strutted out of that room with you on his arm the morning - or was it the afternoon? - after the party."

"Ty - Tina, what difference does THAT make!?! It should have been ME doing the dominatin' that night, NOT her. . HIM!"

"And he just defiled you, did he? Ignored your safe-word and violated your trust by whipping, I mean, fucking you 'til you couldn't stand?" Solange's eyes were wide with insincerity, "I'm SO sorry we weren't more sympathetic and less envious about your terrible ordeal! Why, I'll just fire his sorry ass for you! How about THAT?"

The ebony beauty spun back around to her mirror, her arms crossed in temper. "You know he didn't do anything of the kind!" she pouted. "And it was a wonderful night, and you damn well know THAT, too. It just wasn't how I dreamed - I mean -THOUGHT it would be with him."

"Does it have to be the way you dreamed it would be for the reality to be good?" Solange asked softly. "Can't it be different and still be good? Maybe even better?"

She watched Juana's head nod even as she started to answer, only to stop, and settle back into the chair, a pensive pout on her lovely face. Finally, she sighed. "I guess I've just never seen myself as the sub in something like this, Solange."

"Sub? You were no more subbing to Ty that night than Tina is subbing to Artemis right now!"

"ARTEMIS?" Juana growled, spinning back to glare at the dungeon owner, "and my. . . I mean, AND TINA??! I mean, TY?!?"

"And YOUR Ty," Solange agreed, not bothering to hide her grin. "Although he's not pushing for a job as our on-staff male or TV slave anymore, I still want him to experience a broad variety of play scenes. I could tell that he was somewhat . . . disconcerted by the pony-boy at the party, so I decided he might benefit from this experience. Artemis is our best pony-trainer and who knows? We might have a client who wants to be part of a pony-pair at some point, and I thought Tina would be a lovely pony. Don't scowl, Juana," Solange teased with a smile, "I monitor all of his training sessions and he seems to be doing fine."

"He comes out of there with any welts that last and I'll fix her sorry ass for her!" Juana hissed.

Somehow, Solange's grin grew even wider before she managed to stifle it. "Oh, don't worry. He's already caution-worded her once because he really does not like the whip, and I'm sure he'll stoplight her if she gets too rambunctious. Which she won't because she is a pro."

"Oh, I know," the younger woman sighed, as she finally began to cream away the vivid makeup she used when working one of her clients. "I'm sorry about dodging you, but I've had a lot on my mind."

"A woman in love usually does," Solange observed softly. "Given the circumstances of your rather unusual courtship, I suspect those things on your mind aren't things you would want to talk about with your Mother. I just wanted you to know that if - no, make that WHEN you need to talk about such things, you have only to call me." With that, the older woman turned to leave the room.

"No, DON'T leave!" Juana snapped out, before adding, "Please? I . . .I think I'd like to talk. Hell, I need to talk - with you especially."

Solange closed the door she'd never left, and came over to take the room's other vanity stool. "So," she said, leaning in close and dropping her voice suggestively, "Give me the dish, sister. I know he's hung, but is he any good?"

For several seconds, Juana could only stare at her older friend, her eyes wide and her mouth open. Then, she began to giggle before finally managing to get out, "The BEST!"

"Oh, really," Solange purred out the word, "DO tell, and don't worry about being too detailed."

"I thought he was going to kill me with pleasure," Juana whispered, sharing the secret she'd been holding so close for more than a week. "It was like he was trying to eat me alive! I don't know which is better, his tongue or his dick, but either would make him the best I've ever had, and he gives both without demanding anything in return. I felt like my pleasure was the single most important thing in his life. I've never felt so. . . so cherished."

"Cherished is good," Solange agreed, waving her palm to fan her face. "Very good, in fact! What else!? Let's have those deets, girl!"

The black woman blushed now, and leaned even closer. "He told me I was his girl!"

"Well, duh!" Solange laughed.

"No, really! He said I was black, gorgeous, tall and a Domme, and he couldn't imagine HIS girl being any other way."

Solange heard the uncertainty creeping into the lovely girl's voice and pounced. "That's great! I think he's just perfect for you, too!"

"But, am I really perfect for him?" Juana asked, her voice now very small and very young. "I like being a Domme - I like working here at the dungeon. I don't want to quit because. . . Look, Solange, I'm good at this stuff, and dammit, I help people here doing it, too! Like that guy who just left. I'm GOOD for him and HE NEEDS ME!"

"And your point is?" Solange asked. Juana started to answer, then stopped, her teeth worrying at her lower lip. "ShaJuana? Obviously this has something to do with Ty. Is there a problem with you continuing here and being with him?"

"He says his Mom is Donna Reed!" she blurted out. "How can he take a six-foot tall, black bitch-goddess home to Mother when she's freakin' DONNA REED!?"

Relief coursed through the older woman. This could be handled, she thought. "Quite easily, I'd say," Solange retorted matter of factly. At Juana's look of abject disbelief, she simply laughed. "Hell, Juana, you don't have to stroll in there decked out in your corset, fishnets and stilettos, brandishing a riding crop and a strap-on! You, better than anyone else here, know that clothes DO make the man, TV or in your case, the woman. It's that hard first look you have to get past! Dress the part correctly and she'll get over the shock of having you tall and yes, black, when she sees how much Ty adores you and you adore him. If she's worth knowing at all, that is."

"Ya think?"

"I'm sure! Look at how flexible and open Ty is and I bet you see the mother in that. She may be Donna Reed, but I'll bet my best flogger she's the one he takes after in that household. His dad is some kind of hard line, addicted-to-his-business junkie and I just don't see that in Ty at all, for all he's got some great ideas for my business."

"Like health insurance?"

"Yes, indeed. He's just about got it set up, too. I never even thought of such a thing. I did, however, shoot down his idea for on-site daycare, so he's off looking at other solutions. The thought of four-year-olds running hay-go-mad through the Torquemada Room. . ." Solange shuddered, then grinned. "So, what had you walking a foot off the ground all morning? In my experience, the only thing that does THAT to a woman's mood is a man being unusually sweet and romantic."

The taller girl's soft, secret little smile blossomed once more, and then she pointed to a brightly colored box on her dressing table. "He gave me a present this morning," Juana confided softly. "Pretty lingerie - all in pink!"

"Nice stuff?"

"God, Solange, they're so pretty I want to dance in them - just for him."

"Well, you were the one who wanted to teach him how to dress like a woman. Guess he's putting that knowledge to good use. So, when are you going to reel him in?"

"Umm, I, ah, think I'm gonna sort of go with the flow on this - at least for a while," Juana said, turning back to the mirror as if she could avoid the question by turning away. "I don't want to push and mess it up. It's all so . . . much at once."

"I see," Solange replied softly, and then rose to her feet. She bent over to kiss her young friend on the cheek. "Call me when you need to talk some more, dear. You'll figure this all out if you just give yourself and Ty the chance."

Leaving the room, Solange quietly closed the door behind her, and then strode down the corridor shaking her head. "Okay," she said quietly, "That does it! To hell with trying to be subtle!"

~-~

Acting Dominant

Interlude: Tangled Webs of La Maitresse

"This is excellent work, Ty," Solange said as she signed the last of the documents he'd prepared for her approval. "Now, I want to pick up the cost of the policy for my ladies and other staff, along with any of their dependent children. If those employees want to include coverage for their mates or significant others, they will need to pay the additional costs out of their own pockets."

"Since you pay them weekly we could offer them a payroll deduction plan to cover that. We'd get them to sign an agreement and then the payroll company will just handle it - just like their income tax withholdings."

"Perfect! I will leave all those pesky little details in your capable hands." Solange collected all the papers she'd just signed and then pointedly set them to one side before pinning Ty with her eyes. "Now, let's talk about your scene with Artemis."

"Wheee-heee-heee," Ty whinnied, causing both of them to laugh.

"Artemis came to see me this morning. She was disappointed in the scene dynamic between the two of you." Ty raised a quizzical brow at Solange, but said nothing. He was getting a little too good at dealing with her usual tricks and was much more difficult to draw out these days, she mused. Well, might as well be blunt. "She was annoyed because she couldn't seem to arouse you."

"Huh?" Ty replied, obviously confused.

"You didn't get a real hard-on the entire scene," Solange said, grinning. "Artemis is about a nine and a half on the ten-point babe-scale. It's a matter of personal pride to her that she always gets her boy-toys rock-hard and dripping in the first five minutes of her scenes. That way, she can exploit their arousal to seduce them into letting her take a few more liberties in her scene-play than they might otherwise prefer if they were thinking with their brains instead of their cocks. I watched most of her scene with you and I don't think you ever got much above half-way interested. Worse, you were pretty much limp by the time she called a halt to your session, and it wasn't because you'd climaxed, either. She took that as something of a personal failure."

"I wasn't trying to upset her, Solange. I agree she's pretty hot-looking, but I guess I was concentrating too hard on not falling on my face in those pony-shoes she locked on me to get too worked up sexually! Particularly with her constantly nagging at me about all that bloody high-stepping and keeping my head up."

"And then," Solange added, "You compounded your transgressions even further when you yellow-coded her while she was trying to teach you how to do that 'bloody high-stepping and keeping your head up.' That limitation put a real crimp in her program because she has to be sure her pony-slave can safely move about in the horse-shoes before she dares saddle him, or even harness him up to a sulkie."

"Seriously, I wish I hadn't needed to use the caution word, but I was starting to get really pissed off with her and that darned whip of hers! If she hadn't restrained my hands for most of that session, I'd have grabbed that damned whip and broken it in itty-bitty pieces!"

That revelation surprised Solange. For all it's impressive length, the whip Artemis used was not at all severe. In fact, the pony-mistress had chosen that specific implement because its bark was much worse than its bite. "Really? Why? Did you find it particularly painful? Did she cut you or leave a mark? Artemis is exceptionally skilled with that long whip of hers and I can't recall her ever cutting a partner with it - even accidently . Mostly, she just uses it for the same reasons that I use a whip - to sting a submissive for effect or as a wake-up when they need one."

"She didn't hurt me," Ty admitted. "DeeDee hurt me with her whips, so I know what 'hurt' means in this context. No, it was more that she just kept snapping it at me - over and over again - like one smartass kid needling another kid again and again with a rubber band - something like that, anyway. I started getting really pissed off over it, and by extension, with her."

"Didn't you expect that to be part of your pony-play experience? If you will recall, I did make a particular point about those practices when we had our pre-scene discussion. I mean, trotting on the lunge-line and dancing to the whip are major parts of that type of scene - and of being a pony-slave."

"Thought I was ready for it," Ty replied reflectively, "But getting mad at Artemis wasn't in the plan - and I WAS getting angry. I had to get her to back off and let me control that reaction or things would have gone south in a hurry!"

The older woman nodded thoughtfully. "Well, then you used the caution word tool correctly. Besides, despite your reactions, you managed to finish the scene with her, so neither of us really have anything to complain about with your performance or your behavior. It does, however, indicate you may not be suited to playing that role again with a paying client. Well, we'll just have to see, won't we? At least Arty'll know better what to expect from you if there is a next time. You DID look very cute, by the way, all tacked up," she added with a mischievous grin. "Lovely tail, too."

"Yeah. Juana came in just before we called it quits and made me model it for her. Don't think, even for a moment, Solange, that I'm any too happy about how much SHE liked it on me, or rather IN me," he said with a sardonic smile. "Truth to tell, though - just to give you an idea where my head was at? I'd all but forgotten about that damn plug being stuffed up my rear because I was getting so steamed about that nagging whip and her constant bitchin. . . I mean, sniping at me."

"Really?" The tail was always a very big deal for pony-slaves, and something they were usually constantly aware of during the session. Momentarily forgetting about it could have meant something as simple as the plug having been too small. However, if it had been MORE than that - if he'd really been THAT upset by Arty's whip-play and verbal jibes, then Solange would have to be very cautious about using Tina in any future pony-scenes. "You actually forgot about the tail?"

Ty made a dramatic crossing motion across his chest. "God's truth, Solange. In fact, at the end of the session when Juana came in and told me to 'wag that tail, horsey,' it took me a moment to figure out what the heck she was talking about!"

"I see." Solange again strove to remember the parts of the scene she'd observed. Had Artemis used the whip excessively? She hadn't thought so as she'd watched their scene unfold on her surveillance monitor. Then again, as she'd just told Ty, most of Arty's playmates were highly aroused by the time the pony-trainer normally got around to trotting her charges around the playroom to the encouragement of her whip. Along with making her playmates more amenable, all those 'I-am-horny' endorphins tended to turn the whip's sting into something closer to a teasing caress for the ponies. Only, Ty hadn't been excited, had he? She sighed, then smiled at him. "Well, I don't think we'll plan on using you with any paying clients in that role."

"I'd try, Solange - you know that. And I think I'll be better able to deal with my reactions to the whip and banter having been through it once. . . ," and his voice trailed off.

"I understand, and thank you for that. However, You should understand that I don't expect you to like every type of scene I expose you to, or ask you to attempt. I only expect you to go into each such assignment with an open mind and a will to give your assigned Domme your best effort. There are always some scenarios that no matter how much someone may try, he OR she simply cannot do them with any degree of acceptance, let alone pleasure. We may try pony play with you again at some later date, but it will again be just you and Artemis until we're sure of your ability to handle your reactions. But we'll hold off even on that for a while. I would, however, like you to sit down and discuss the scene and your feelings with Arty."

"Already planned on it. We're gonna get together for lunch tomorrow. I was going to ask her for a post-event critique, but she beat me to it."

"I should have thought she'd do that. She is a superb Domme, so she'd want to help you both come to closure - especially after you had to yellow-light her scene," Solange told him. "Now, on to another topic altogether."

"Sure! What's up?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if you'd given any more thought to the specifics of your victory scene? The prize you won from the dungeon at our Halloween Party for capturing ShaJuana?"

Startled, Ty gaped for a moment. "Umm, don't you remember, Solange? I already had Juana in my wicked clutches," he said, a wistful smile on his face, "All . . Night . . LONG! And besides - I am an employee of the dungeon, just like Betina and Emerald."

Laughing, Solange gave a playful slap at Ty's hand. "I know that, silly. But you were a challenger in that game, just like the clients who accepted the Hall of Horrors contest. I insist that you, just as the other challenge victors, get a free scene of your choice with the Domme or Dommes of your choice for another whole night! Why, you wouldn't even have to be the sub in the scene. Imagine, we could teach you how to use a whip - I'm certain you'd enjoy that, especially if we were to use DeeDee's bottom as your target training aid, or you might decide you'd like to have our oh-so-regal Isolde as YOUR submissive little sexy-tary."

"Umm, Solange? You know I'm kinda committed to Juana now. Well, except for business purposes, if you take my meaning."

"Kinda? What's this 'kinda' thing, young man?"

"Kinda as in totally and completely. As in 'to death do us part, if then' committed."

"Sounds like you are serious," she observed even as she fought to keep the joy she was feeling hidden for the moment. "Then you'll just have to do something with Juana for your victory session. The reputation of my dungeon is at stake here, Tyrone."

"Umm, she's still a little sensitive on the subject of me having defeated her in that contest, Solange. I'm not sure that telling her to sub for me in another scene just now is really such a good idea. Like I said the other day, I guess I could pick something where she'd be the Domme, but . . ."

"Hush, grasshopper, and attend the words of the Master— Mistress and learn wisdom."

"Huh?"

"Listen and learn, young one, listen and learn."

~-~

Her office door crashed against the room's inner wall, causing Solange to jump in surprise even as she spun her desk chair about to face whatever was coming for her.

'Whatever' turned out to be an enraged black Amazon with fire in her eyes and smoke issuing from both ears!

"WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT TY DOING HIS VICTORY PLAY SCENE WITH DEEDEE?!?" ShaJuana bellowed, both fists slamming down on Solange's desk, her chin thrust forward in belligerent indignation as she glared at her boss seated across from her. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ALL ABOUT?!?"

The older woman held up her hands in surrender. "Hey, settle down, girl. And sit down. What is it that has you storming into my office like you owned it?"

When the taller woman made no move to comply, Solange's eyes narrowed and her voice cooled. "Sit. . . Down!" she ordered again. She watched as Juana gave obeying (or perhaps disobeying) a few moments consideration before dropping inelegantly into the visitor's chair. "Better. Now, what has upset you?"

The fire flared again in Juana's brown eyes and she crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "Emerald told me that DeeDee is going to scene with Ty - as a prize for that game he won on Halloween."

"I see. So?"

"So you ADMIT it? WHY?"

Solange gave the girl her best bland look. "Because she is doing it with him and I see no reason not to admit it."

ShaJuana actually grabbed two fist-fulls of her own hair and pulled. "NO!" she screeched. "Why is he using HER??!"

"Because he can, I suppose. His prize was anyone he wanted, anyway he wanted to do her or be done by her. He asked for DeeDee."

Juana's face fell at that. "But, but . . . he's my . . . I mean, I'm his. . .well, he SAID. . ."

Solange gave a dismissive wave of her hand to stem the flow of incomplete ideas. "Yes, I know you two are together, but it's not like it's exclusive between you, is it? You still conduct professional scenes of your own here at the dungeon. Why shouldn't he?"

"But . . . but. . . that's DIFFERENT! That's . . . that's just business! Ty playing with DeeDee isn't business unless YOU'VE told him to do it for training!"

"Oh? Really? I didn't realize you this was just a job to you, dear." Juana's face drained at that jibe and she started to splutter, only to have Solange relent with a soft laugh. "Oh, Juana, lighten up. I know what you meant. You want him to play with you, right?"

"Yes, dammit!" the other girl snapped, her head nodding furiously.

"Well, that's part of it, I think. First, he doesn't want to be the sub in this session - he wants to be the Dom - and he wasn't sure you'd be okay with bottoming to him again. Particularly for the prize scene which he won at your expense, so I offered him this as an alternative."

"He could have asked," she pouted.

"So you could say 'Hell NO!' and stomp off in your righteous fury? Perhaps, but you need to give him some credit for trying to be sensitive to your feelings. He is, after all, only a male and therefore somewhat sensitivity challenged. And there's another reason he didn't ask you."

"What?" demanded ShaJuana, a mutinous pout on her face.

"He wants to try something that he wasn't sure you'd like, and he is looking to get some practice with someone else first so he'll have a better chance to get it right if and when he gets the opportunity to do it with you."

"But, DeeDee? Why cute little DeeDee?"

Sensitivity to the hidden nuances was a key attribute of a good Domina, and Solange immediately recognized why her protegee was feeling almost threatened by the selection of Deirdre. The dungeon's resident whip-mistress was petite, particularly when compared to ShaJuana and her tall, robust physicality. The older woman laughed, mostly to relax some of the bubbling tension between herself and ShaJuana. "Well, I suppose he thinks his planned scene might not be entirely pleasant for the, ah, subject of his attentions. And since he feels he has reason to want a little . . . payback from DeeDee for earlier lessons rendered…"

Juana well remembered Ty's discomfort after his training session with DeeDee, and she could understand him wanting to get a little of his own back. Still, she wanted him to play with HER, dammit! "What does he intend to do?"

"That's confidential, dear, as you should very well know. For the purposes of this particular scene, Tyrone is a client of the dungeon and therefore of me! You know I don't divulge my client's desires, except as professionally required to the woman or women who will be playing with him."

"Solange!" Juana flared. "Don't you dare try that with me."

But the older woman was unfazed by her young friend's temper, and just smiled. "Sorry, 'Juana, but if you really want to know, you'll have to find out for yourself. I'd start by asking Ty."

"Like HELL I will," she snarled back, and strode from the room.

If anything, the crash of the door slamming behind ShaJuana was even louder than her entry.

"Perfect," Solange laughed as she turned back to her computer and her interrupted quarterly tax report. It was a sign of just how pleased she was with that interview that even the IRS couldn't dim the grin Juana's exit had left on the older woman's face.

~-~

Dressed and ready for her next client, Juana sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection. She had ten minutes before her sub would be ready for her which unfortunately gave her ten minutes to think about Ty's scene with DeeDee.

Cripes, she thought as she took in her own scowling reflection, I sure don't have to worry about my grin terrorizing the client today, do I?

So NOW the loveable jerk was going to play with another girl to protect HER from his own dark desires! He'd told Solange he needed to practice, huh? Who did he think he was? What did he think he was doing playing with another girl?!? Wasn't SHE his girl?!?

HIS girl!

Okay, so he'd picked DeeDee and Solange had said something about payback. That meant he was probably going to be playing with corporal punishment. Not her favorite thing, Juana admitted privately, particularly with her on the receiving end. Just in general, she preferred to keep her own booty un-striped, thank you very much.

But dammit, it wasn't like she was some whiny little bitch! She'd handled getting her ass whipped during her training period at the dungeon! Had she wimped out? EVER? NO SHE HAD NOT! And by God, ShaJuana Price could and WOULD take ANYTHING that man wanted to dish out! She'd been whipped by WOMEN, by god, who were a hell of a lot better than any mere male at making things HURT! Not like some sneaky, devious, gentlemanly…

A knock on her door interrupted the inventive string of adjectives she was generating to express her displeasure with one Tyrone Edwards, so she snarled, "WHAT IS IT?"

Ty poked his head in. "Hey, sorry! I didn't know you were getting into character. I'll bring these back later."

"DON'T you DARE leave, Edwards! Get your connivin' male ass in here! Right NOW!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" he snapped out even as he jumped into the room and came to the position of attention.

"What is this CRAP about you playing with DEEDEE?? What are you THINKING?!"

He made her even more outraged when all he did was grin. "AND WHY ARE YOU SMILING, YOU IDIOT-KNUCKLEHEAD?!?"

He tried to stifle his grin but failed entirely, causing his lover to begin to sputter. "No particular reason, Juana," he told her ingenuously and watched her fury jump several more quantum levels. In the face of such rage, he did the only thing he could think of that didn't involve a cowardly charge to the rear. He put his papers down, swept his gorgeous lover off her feet, and proceeded to kiss her senseless.

A few moments later, he settled her leather-clad butt down on top of her vanity table so that she sat eye to eye with him, but didn't say anything. She could only stare at him, unable to form a single coherent thought or response. If anything, his damn grin widened, which threatened to set her off all over again.

"Chill, Juana, it's okay. It'll be okay." Then he went over and recovered the sheaf of paper he'd set down moments earlier. "Hey, look, I know you're pressed for time, but could you sign these papers for me? We need to get the new insurance plan turned on. We just found out that one of our ladies is pregnant and I want to get her prenatal services and OB stuff on track. Okay?" He held out a stack of paper in one hand and a pen in the other.

The lovely face went momentarily blank as she tried to accommodate the sudden shift in topic. Shaking herself, she took the pen, thankful for something more concrete than her mixed up feelings on which to concentrate. "Ummm, where?" she mumbled.

Ty quickly shuffled through the pages getting her signature several times. "Thanks, Juana," he said as he gathered papers and pen back up. "I'll go over them with you in detail later - after your session if you like - but now, I want to get them downtown to the agent so we can get things moving on this."

He was out the door before she could say another word.

Only then did she realize - he hadn't told her what he planned to do for his victory session with DeeDee. "Well, hell, fool," she chided herself. "You didn't ask him, either!"

~-~

Juana was back in her dressing room; once again staring into the silvered depths of her mirror. At least her session had gone well, she mused. Her client had even left her a substantial tip to show his appreciation. So why didn't she feel the afterglow of a good Domme-high and the satisfaction of a job well done?

She knew the answer to THAT question.

Tyrone Edwards.

Playing with another woman.

Because he needed practice and because Juana might not like whatever it was he wanted to practice.

Oh yeah, and because he wanted to be the Dom.

She could do the scene, she told herself sullenly. She could do whatever it was that Ty wanted from his partner in this scene. Hell, she thought, was there ANYTHING he could possibly want to do with a woman that would be WORSE for her than sitting here, getting all green-eyed and pissy because he'd chosen another woman as his prize?

Hell NO! He was HERS, DAMMIT!

She was HIS.

Besides, in her heart of hearts, she already knew she'd always enjoy whatever they might do together - regardless of who was the top. Hell, she'd enjoy it A LOT! One thing she already had figured out about her guy was that, regardless of his role in their scenes or lovemaking, Ty got his pleasure from giving her pleasure. The only real difference between being the top or being the bottom when they played together would be who got to tell the other what to do and who got to decide who came first. Either way, she'd get hers, wouldn't she? Damn straight she would. Hell, about the only way she wouldn't get hers from Tyrone Edwards would be if she were the Domme and she ordered him NOT to touch her.

Like THAT was going to happen in this lifetime, she laughed to herself.

"Guess I'm just gonna have to crash your little scene, Ty-RONE," she said aloud. "But first, I think I'm gonna find out just what it is you have planned. So I can be REALLY ready for you."

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Solange smiled broadly as she set her phone back on its cradle. DeeDee had just called to tell her that ShaJuana had all but cornered her in the ladies room, demanding to know what Ty had planned for his prize scene with her. "I told her I didn't know, Solange," the petite domina had said during their short call, "And I made sure SHE knew that I wasn't too happy about being kept in the dark because it was MY ass on the line. He's a really nice guy and all that, but I was concerned he was going to be a real shit about the whipping I gave him early on. She didn't want to believe me, and she left in a real huff!"

Perfect, the elegant Mistress thought, the game was afoot, and it was time to bring this mad, merry chase to its successful conclusion. So much to do, she thought happily, and then picked her phone back up, dialing a number from memory.

"Darling?" she said when her slave answered the phone for her. "I need you to make a few appointments for me and a friend…"

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