Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 22: All Men and Women Merely Players

   

The prep room's wall phone rang, and Solange went over to pick it up. She listened for a moment, said a few words and then hung up with a smile. "Places everyone," she ordered. "Curtain's going up!"

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ShaJuana strode up to the door to Prep Room No. 1, and barely stopped herself from simply crashing inside to confront Solange. Not good, she told herself as she leaned against the wall taking deep, calming breaths - a person needed all their wits about them if they were going to take on Solange. With an effort, she willed her pounding heart to settle back into her chest, and then tried to plot out what she should do next.

Mere minutes before, she had finally found out what was up with Ty's victory scene. She'd practically had to choke the truth out of Isolde who'd only known because she was helping out Solange while the dungeon's regular costume Mistress was on vacation. She hadn't found out a moment too soon, either, because evidently the damned thing was just about to go down!

She should have been TOLD, dammit!

Good thing she'd heard Isolde bitching about the extra duty this morning, and about how she was having to stay late on a Friday night to collect and store the costumes after Ty's scene.

Now that Juana knew what Ty wanted, she was even more annoyed that he hadn't asked her to play it out with him. Okay, so maybe a guy SHOULD be cautious about asking his girl for that kind of sex, but hell, he'd told Solange he wanted it, hadn't he? Solange KNEW that Juana didn't have any problems being on the receiving end of that kind of play! For cryin' out loud, Solange - HERSELF - had been the one who'd broken Juana in that way during her training days!

And yes, Ty was big. SO WHAT?!? She could handle it! She could, by god, handle HIM!

Period!

Okay, so he wanted her ass - FINE! Fair was fair. She wanted his, and she sure didn't plan on giving up using his fine male butt anytime soon, now did she?! No freakin' way! And besides, he SHOULD lust after her ass! ShaJuana Price had a damned fine ass, even if she did say so herself! And if Tyrone Edwards wanted an ass to practice on, he would damn well practice on hers!

That way, she'd make DAMNED sure he learned how to do her right!

Or she'd just have to demonstrate how it was SUPPOSED to be done on his tight little ass until he got HERS right, wouldn't she?

Damned idiot MALE!

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"God, Solange, I feel like an eight-year old playing dress up in Mommy's clothes! Could this damn thing be any BIGGER??!? I'll trip over the train and kill myself. Hey, there's an idea! If I'm dead, my butt won't be at risk anymore, will it?!"

"Oh, quit whining. I've seen you drooling over Ty and don't try to tell me you haven't. Since you got carried away with your whip both times he's subbed with you, this may be your only opportunity to play with him ever again, so DEAL with it!"

"Okay, Okay. So maybe I got a little too enthusiastic, but it was his own damned fault for being so damned cute! I had to do something with him, Solange, or I'd've had to jump his bones right there in the playroom. And. . .and. . omigod! Have you seen him in that black tuxedo? I don't know whether he belongs on the cover of GQ or Playgirl, but just LOOKING at him makes me feel all gooey inside!"

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"Hands off, sister," muttered ShaJuana, her ear plastered up against the prep-room door. "That's MY man you're fantasizin' about!" Just because DeeDee was about the only Domme in the place who had to look up to Tyrone - damn her for that, too! - didn't mean she was the only one who could fully appreciate his hotness factor!

After all, hadn't ShaJuana been the one to bring him into this joint for that very reason??!

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"Well, there won't be any bone-jumping today, so get your hormones under control, Deirdre! And hold this damned dart together so I can get in a few pins into it! Then I can do a quick stitch job and it will hold it up fine," Solange growled around a mouthful of pins. "For as long it'll have to, anyway."

"What will THAT do for my boobs, dammit? I could bathe in these damn cups! Why do CD's have to have D-Cups, anyway?"

"A question for the ages," Solange answered wryly. "Now stand still before I get blood on this damned white tulle!"

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What the hell were they doing in there, ShaJuana wondered as she continued to eavesdrop. It sounded like a dress fitting. White Tulle?!?

Her eyes went wide as she recalled the last time she'd seen anything made of that oh-so-very-feminine material.

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The door flew open before ShaJuana's wrath, and for a frozen moment in time, she simply stood there, glaring at the two women staring back at her in wide-eyed shock. Then, she focused in on the petite blonde standing atop the hassock draped in about three times too much white material for her frame. DeeDee looked like she'd gotten in a fight with a white tent and lost!

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" the dark valkyrie managed to get out in a tone that wasn't quite a snarl.

It was Solange who answered. "Preparing DeeDee for her session with Tyrone, as I suspect you already know. Now, you will please excuse us. This is the only gown we have that suits his request and it needs a lot of work."

"That's MY gown," ShaJuana growled as she stalked into the room. "I picked it out for Tina! For HER to wear for ME!"

"Actually," Solange answered equably, "It is my gown. I paid for it out of the dungeon's business accounts. Now, if you'll just run along so we can. . ."

"NO!" the infuriated black Amazon roared, slamming her fist against the closed door and causing DeeDee to jump in surprise. Even Solange stopped to stare at the taller woman. With a visible effort, Juana regained control over her shredding emotions and then repeated more softly, "No. I'm not running along. What I'm going to do is take DeeDee's place with Tyrone, and Solange? YOU'RE gonna help me do it!"

"That is not what Tyrone requested nor what I agreed to provide for him as the proprietor of this establishment," Solange retorted, getting to her feet to stand between Juana and Deedee.

"Tough, Solange, it's what he's gonna get! DeeDee? You have three choices, little girl. One? Run for your life right now. Two? Find Ty and safeword him before this goes any further. Or three? Find yourself between a rock and hard place with me providing BOTH!"

Solange took two steps to get up into Juana's face. "I will not allow you to threaten one of your fellow employees!"

"I'm not threatening anybody, Solange," Juana said with a silky smile that gave lie to that pronouncement. "You don't feel threatened, do you, DeeDee?"

The usually composed whip-mistress paled for just a moment, then swallowed hard and almost managed an answering smile of her own. "uh, well, sort of. . . " Then she saw the scowl that clouded Juana's face and rushed on. "I mean, NO, of course not. I'm. . .just. . FINE."

"Good," Juana said, the hungry shark smile back. "Then shuck yourself out of that dress like a good little girl."

"ShaJuana! As should be obvious, Ty wants to play out the honeymoon scene you two botched up, but this time with himself as the groom. Even though he will be using sex toys for any penetrative play, it IS his scene to do how and with whom he wants to do it! He wants a bride in THAT dress and I insist that he gets it!"

"Fine, Solange! I'll wear the freakin' dress, but I'M doing the freakin' scene with him and that's FINAL! It don't fit little Miss Junior Sizes for shit anyway!"

"No, it's not fine, ShaJuana, and it sure as hell isn't final! Deirdre has assured me she will not safe or caution word what Tyrone has planned. I'm not certain you can make that promise, and I WON'T have him deprived because YOU decide to wimp out when push comes to shove!"

ShaJuana leaned down and got nose to nose with her boss. "I don't wimp out, Solange! You want assurance? I'll give you assurance! I promise NOT to use any safe or caution word in there with him, okay? This is a no-limits scene! I freakin' won't LET him stop, okay??!"

"Your word on it, ShaJuana?" Solange asked, not backing down from the towering woman.

"I just said so, didn't I?!? And you KNOW my word's GOLDEN!"

Solange gave a gusty sigh, and turned back to face DeeDee. "Get out of the dress, Deirdre. And then run down to wardrobe and get a corset for Juana. If she's wearing THAT gown, we're going to need to take a few inches off her middle."

"Oh really?" Juana asked, her brow lifting as the tension began to ebb.

"Yes, really. I had to corset Tina pretty radically to get HER into that thing, if you'll recall, and Tyrone is only a little bigger in the waist than you are, girl. As to the bodice, well, your bosom is just a little large for it, but I guess if those girls of yours pop out the top, Tyrone won't mind all THAT much." Solange took the gown from DeeDee and held it up against ShaJuana's much longer body. "Hmmm. It will be more tea-length than floor-length on you, but it will do for our purposes, I suppose. The cathedral-length train should still work for you as well." Then Solange took in Juana's footwear and grimaced. "Those Jimmy Choo ankle-boots are all wrong for the outfit, though. DeeDee? See if you find some white pumps that will fit her while you're down in wardrobe, too."

"I don't think so," Juana interrupted, a wicked grin lighting her face. "Go get my thigh-high, black patent leather bitch-goddess boots out of my locker. He likes how those look on me just fine. 'Sides, it oughta remind him just who he's dealing with, if you take my meaning."

"NO, dammit! I will NOT have you topping from the bottom, ShaJuana!" Solange said repressively. "Particularly NOT in this session!"

"Now, would I do something like that, Solange?"

"To use your own vernacular, my dear? In a freakin' heartbeat."

"Whatever," Juana said dismissively. "DeeDee? Get my boots."

Deirdre was out the door before Solange could say another word. The older woman glared up at Juana one last time, then blew out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, very well. I don't suppose it will make all that much difference in the scene in either case. Now, go do up your face while we wait for DeeDee and your corset. Wouldn't want Tina's bridal presentation to outshine yours, now would we?" Solange asked sweetly, and was inwardly pleased at the snarl that immediately answered her jibe.

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"Oh, that's just PERFECT," Solange cheered as she primped the lace veil over and around Juana's rich mane of silky black hair. Stepping back, she gestured for her model to do a slow pirouette to get the entire feel of the woman and the gown. With a sardonic grin, ShaJuana swept the train over one arm and raised the other above her head as she began a slow, dancer's turn.

She WAS perfect, Solange told herself again silently. They'd managed to lace a hard-won four inches off the girl's waist so that the bodice fit about her gorgeously muscular figure like a lover's embrace. She'd been right about the tits, though. If those puppies didn't pop out before the evening festivities were over, well, Tyrone just wasn't trying hard enough.

The black patent stiletto boots' five-inch heels raised Juana's already impressive stature to well over six feet, so the gown's front hem rested a few inches above her well-turned ankles. Well, okay, so it was ALMOST perfect, Solange sighed. "Those laced boots just ruin the effect," she complained again.

"Did MASTER Ty-RONE specify white shoes?" ShaJuana demanded, one finely shaped brow winging up in challenge.

Solange wanted to lie, but decided against it. "No. He specified that his partner was to be dressed as a bride. They do make you even TALLER, though," she added quickly.

"THIS bride," Juana said, a single long-nailed thumb pointing into her burgeoning cleavage, "will wear black boots! He'll just have to deal with my height instead of getting to tower over DeeDee!"

"Oh, very well!" Solange frumped. "Not as if that's what was on his mind, in any case. He just wanted a chance to warm and stretch out Deirdre's butt for her. Come on, Juana, the only people who have a problem with Tyrone's stature are people who don't know him! You know him, so you know the real strength of him. So what if you're both a little height-challenged?" Juana's snort was ruined by the hopeful look she gave Solange.

Recognizing that insecurity for what it was, the older woman pressed on. "Look at everything he's gone through to get to this point - and don't tell me it wasn't mostly for you, either! Okay, so a man that strong can be a little scary and a lot daunting, but if the woman is strong enough, if she's WOMAN enough to accept that kind of masculine challenge, the pair of them can build something pretty damned special together, if you ask me."

A look a smugly feminine understanding passed between the two women. "You've got a point. Okay, let's go and get this playing done so that I can start working on hauling his ass off and getting this done for REAL! It's way past time I claimed what is already MINE!"

With that, Juana turned to the door, so she didn't see the wicked little half smile on her friend's lips, or the sparkle of tears in her eyes as she pressed the button of a small signaling device she'd hidden in a pocket. "Yes, indeed," Solange breathed as she pulled herself together. "Let's go get this done."

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