Victoria’s rib cage constricted around her lungs as she pushed through the front door of the club.  She was instantly assaulted by saw dust, stripped wire casing, and discarded fast food bags littering her club.  Even the progress on the rebuild didn’t calm her.  It felt like things in her life were really getting out of control and deep in her head she so hated to be out of control.  She couldn’t admit it to herself but she had a control freak inside.  Of course, she might have suspected that she had a small problem with control, but she didn’t know how big and multi-leveled the problem was.

The first level, nearly self admitted to her personal facade was a vicious little bastard that kept a small office in a dark place in Victoria’s mind.  On his mental door, he had his title etched by finger nails on a chalk board.  His name was Management Monster and she only let him out on bad days.  The little Monster on the top level was easy to accept.  The bigger problem lay down in her darkest heart, in the center of her soul. That was where a power-slut Troll lived.  He toiled endlessly to manage both Victoria’s unconscious and conscious reactions without being too obvious.  Like every mental monster, he was afraid of medications and if he got too open and active he might be handcuffed by some Prozac cuffs.  

The Troll lived solely to screw with Victoria as well as that little piss ant, level one Management Monster.  The Monster had more opportunity to play but now and then the Troll got to take over Victoria.  The Troll sat in his office chair in Victoria’s head and raved about how he hated the Management Monster.  That little fuck got all the press.  The Troll never got good press, never got credit, and in his mind, he did all the damned work.  Right now, the Management Monster was getting all Victoria’s attention and praise.  Troll didn’t want much, but he fucking wanted his due and he was getting, oh hell, ok, he was always pissed.  Right now he was royally, slap the Queen of England and tell those furry hat pricks to go blow themselves pissed.  Oh, that felt nice, thought the Troll, he was getting beyond fucking pissed and she was letting him.  It was so good to stretch his legs.  Troll had fought a long and losing battle for control of Victoria and the Troll was locked, cocked, and ready to rock.
 
The last time the Troll had won was when Victoria lost every ounce of self control and beat that child molester.  What a glorious day that had been and there was the possibility of a repeat performance.  The Troll could feel that she was dangerously close to losing it all.  If the Troll had a dick, he would have been mind fucking his owner right now.
 
Consciously, Victoria thought that maybe she did need Prozac until the remodel was over.  If only she could find Robert, she would feel better in some way.

Her eyes and ears searched desperately for the tall island of calm male comfort and solace she sought.  A cacophony of construction was all she could make out and a migraine was sneaking into her head somewhere around her eyes.  After Interstate 5 slapped Victoria with a two hour crawl that should have been a fifteen minute diversion from kink, Victoria tried to nuke the stealth migraine with a half a fist full of power pills.  It hadn’t worked.  It seemed that only major alcohol or drug intervention would help.  Maybe some Robert time would make a dent in the pending skull crush that was clamping onto her brain.  

She stepped purposefully through the club and looked for someone to yell at.  The first level Management Monster in her head was likely hoping Victoria would still get slammed by the migraine he had planned for her.  The Management Monster saw the General Contractor for the club rebuild, and instantly decided to focus on fucking over that useless, wood slinging bastard.  Besides, the Management Monster really hated the way the contractor’s glasses were always smudged.  That alone, was reason enough for the Management Monster to stab Victoria in her consciousness and aim her loathing towards Mr. Fucking Smudgy Specks.  

Victoria’s blood pressure shot through the ceiling and she felt the flight or fight response surge.  The Troll saw it all happening from deep in Victoria’s darker levels, so, he reached up and tossed the ‘flight idea’ out on its ass, as he gleefully prepared for battle.  He hoped he would have enough juice to restart the migraine when this blood bath ended. The power Troll, really loved it when Victoria lost control enough to let him run things.  Victoria’s emotions spun and the Troll’s mutant smile was just gleaming in her soul when a big pair of powerful hands wrapped around Victoria’s waist.  

“FUCK.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck,” yelled the shrinking Troll.

“Fuck,” hissed, Management Monster as he whined off into a corner to nap.
 
“Hi Boss,” said Robert.  “Need a neck rub and a drink.”

The Troll never saw the attack from the rear and he was instantly silenced by overwhelming sexual desire.  Victoria melted into Robert’s hands and the Troll huffed off into the recesses of her mind and he spit out the thought, “Fucking Robert, I was so in charge before he came along, he has to go.”  Troll stomped away to wait a time when that goddamned do-gooder wouldn’t fuck with the Troll’s chi.  If there were a door in Victoria’s soul the Troll would have kicked it down.  He hated to have his un-Zen messed with.

     The strength and comfort in Robert’s fingers seeped into Victoria’s frame and started to short circuit the migraine.  Both the Management Monster and Troll gave up in her head and went for coffee, jointly bitching to each other.  Victoria luxuriated in the shoulder massage until her eyes, turned toward the front door saw Donna sweep into the room.

Donna stepped through the club entrance and with an elegant flourish, removed her sunglasses.  As her eyes adjusted to the dark interior she started to wonder what she might be getting herself into.   Power Exchange certainly wasn’t in the shape she had been told to expect.  First she noticed the mess in the club, but couldn’t have cared less, that could be fixed shortly.  He concern was the look she recognized on Victoria’s face. Victoria looked lost, almost dazed.  Donna hadn’t anticipated that the queen of this castle would be subject to such a mental state.

Even as Donna watched she saw Victoria’s face transform from emotional agony to impending bliss.  It was then that Donna finally fixed her gaze on the man behind Victoria.  To her own shock, Donna felt her emotions flow from stunned to stillness.  

Donna saw that Robert was behind Victoria, his hands were on her shoulders, but it was more than that.  His hands merged into Victoria’s skin in a far too intimate way.  Unexpected jealously vibrated through Donna and she fought for balance.  She quickly shook the discomfort off and approached Victoria.  Donna, always a girl to act on instinct or clear direction, did the only thing she could think of to defuse the situation.  She moved confidently to Victoria and hugged her.  Victoria froze in surprise and Robert’s hands slipped off her shoulders.  

Donna let Victoria go, but pushed her slightly away from Robert’s arms and she said, “Want to show me around.  I’m ready to get to work.”  

Victoria gathered shook her head a bit and focused on Donna, asking, “Do you work with women and men and do you have a preference?”

Donna smiled, “I love ‘em both.”

Victoria smiled back, “Me too.”

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