The continuation of the Serial Thriller Novel Dead Play by Terry L. Raun. To read this serialized Web based novel from the beginning go HERE.

Victoria realized that it doesn’t really matter what your work is, if you do it well, sometimes it is necessary to sit and get past it with a drink.  After today’s session, Victoria understood those few clients of hers that came to the club after work and didn’t do anything but drink.  They didn’t hunt sex, or play and they didn’t do much but decompress.

Robert had once suggested to her that if he were a man in a high stress job, Power Exchange would be the perfect place to come drink.  It wasn’t likely that one of your clients would show up, no one would want to talk business, and a lone guy wouldn’t likely be approached unless he really looked interested.  A number of consistent clients proved that theory as well her own experience today as she sat with Donna discussing what she had just overseen.

Working with a client back in one of the dungeons, Donna had coated herself with a fine sheen of salty sweat.  Donna appeared to very much enjoy her work enough to practice with an artistry that Victoria had seldom witnessed.  Both women, while professional, had exercised themselves into a sensuous froth, that felt thicker then the drinks they were sharing.  Victoria felt a strange emotive twinge inside and as yet was unable to untangle its genesis in her mind.  Patience and listening to her intuition had often paid off for her in her previous profession and today, she was practicing both behaviors as she evaluated Donna on many levels.

The first level was a professional evaluation that concerned Donna’s experience as a Dominatrix.  Professionals who were paid, and who were worth the price, were a very rare breed indeed.  Donna was one of them.  Victoria realized that if other aspects of the woman worked out, she could be an exceptional asset to the club.  But, the ability to hand out a proper thrashing, mental and physical, simply wasn’t what Victoria had witnessed.  There was something special going on with this dominatrix.  Normally, the performance in the dungeon would have been a sufficient cause for hiring.  It was the other levels Victoria wanted to explore while not appearing to do so.

Donna watched herself be evaluated and returned the favor.  Donna’s first impression of Victoria had been extraordinary and troublesome.  Victoria seemed to be as unique as Donna had first believed; but there was, as she expected Victoria to have noticed, something distinctive here.

Donna locked eyes with Victoria and asked, “So, how did I do?”

Victoria eased back into her office chair and loosened the leather cinch around her waist, “I always feel a bit stupid in these outfits.  As to your work, well, every dominatrix does it differently.  But I think he really liked your work.  It was fun watching you.”

Donna nodded, “It’s great to have found work that I love.  My mother always said, if you can’t have fun at work.  Find another job.”  She couldn’t hide the tinge of sadness in her tone.

Victoria’s eyes narrowed briefly, “Some of the girls get to a point they seem bored.  I bet this wasn’t what you mother was thinking of when she was suggesting you find a job.”

Donna burst out laughing and almost dropped her drink, “You have no idea.”

Victoria said, “Even the most creative job still turned into just a job.  I can’t help but get bored here sometimes too.”

Donna caught herself before a damaging or revealing comment came out.  This was a job interview after all, ok, it was a job interview in leather and chrome, but it was still all about the job; at least for now.  Donna gathered her wits and said, “Same beating, different day sort of thing, right?”

Victoria responded, “I have that sometimes.  There I am, flailing away at some client and all I am thinking about is my grocery list or how much time is left in the session.  It just isn’t sexy.”

Donna mimicked a swing with her arm like she was whipping an invisible client and demonstrated, “Whap, I need toilet paper.  Whap, oh, soup would be good tonight.  Whap.”

Victoria interrupted with a giggle, “The one the guys would hate.  Whap, oh, I need tampons.”

Both women are reduced to giggles.  Donna’s hand brushed Victoria’s hand.  Suddenly the room because oddly silent until Victoria said, “Any work is work, doesn’t matter if the whip is for bondage or the whip is for a latte, it all gets tedious sometimes.”

Donna’s eyes held Victoria’s gaze.  Donna’s voice lowered breathlessly, “I know this isn’t necessarily the right time, but, if I can step out of my place, maybe you just need some personal attention that isn’t about, business, bondage or spanking.”  Donna watched the conflicting responses that crossed Victoria’s face.  She had hit a button on Victoria. Usually, that information would be filed away in a more professional place, but just now, Donna had wants and needs of her own.  Wants and needs she hadn’t experienced in a long time.  Donna felt herself move through swelling waves of emotional destruction and heading into the eye of an emotional hurricane.  She knew it was a place that put her primary goals at risk, but with this woman, she couldn’t help herself.

Donna thought how much her sister would freak if she knew Donna was considering an emotional attachment with Victoria.  She would more than freak, but right now that didn’t matter.  Donna wouldn’t be forced to tell of her dalliance unless things changed dramatically, even at that, she knew she was opening the drama door.  Fuck it, thought Donna, I have lived stranger personal choices than this.

Donna took solace in that she didn’t have to do anything permanent until she could sort out her feelings.  Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew she had to think about, not to mention Robert too.  She didn’t know what his thoughts were either.  The bottom line, as always was, love sucked.

Victoria stood abruptly, like a skittish colt, prone more to flee than fight.  Donna stood more slowly, moved back gently and slowly, a leather and chrome clad horse whisperer, calming by giving distance, as she moved toward the office door.  Donna turned back, “I didn’t mean to,” Donna’s voice trailed off.

Victoria’s voice was halting, “I’m a bit broken right now.”

Donna was barely more composed than Victoria as she felt herself move back to Victoria, closer to the flame, nearer to each other, the two women nearly vibrated.

Donna whispered, “Aren’t we all?”  Without volition, without choice, she kissed Victoria.  The women coalesced together, longed for each other and gave into that need.  Their hands explored each other with halting then fervent discovery.  The flurry of passion engulfed them and threatened to pull both into each other’s centers.  Victoria pulled back, almost imperceptibly, her form quivering with potential.  She held Donna’s face between her flushed palms and kissed her again.

Across town, in the Js office, Jerry tweaked a camera setting and the image on the monitor provided a crystal clear image of Victoria and Donna in each others arm.  Jerry’s normally rock steady hard trembled, he called across the room, “Fuck Jeff, they are starting, come here!”  The small hidden camera he had installed made the tiniest whine as Jerry zoomed it.  He could see tongues dancing.  For only a second, his eyes glanced to the DVR recorder.

Good it was running.

Jeff popped into the office, and said, “Who, what, show me.”   He rounded to the screen, “Fuck, that’s too hot.”  The boys watched Victoria’s hands drop from Donna’s face as she finally broke the kiss.  Both women breathed heavily.  Donna held on for more, but Victoria stepped back.  Both boys groaned in disappointment.

The integrated microphone on the camera was barely powerful enough to pick up Victoria’s whispered words, “I can’t sleep with the help.”

Donna’s voice tried logic, “I’m still free lance, an independent contractor.  I am not technically an employee.”

Victoria reached tremblingly for her glass, like a magically protective talisman and moved to her desk.  She didn’t seem ready to face all the complexity that would come of that kiss and said, “There might be someone else.”

Donna’s body looked like it shrunk two sizes.  She trembled, gave in and sat down tiredly.  She took a drink from her own crystal shield, “Is it a man, or a woman?”

Victoria fell back on a centuries old phrase that caused more suicides than one would imagine, “It isn’t you.  It’s me.  I just don’t know where I am right now.”

Donna was resilient and persistent, “That’s ok, I can share.  Who knows, I have been thinking of a fella too.  Let me know if you change your mind.”

She had a pasted on smile as she stood, but she swayed slightly, like she had been crippled.   She had been.

Read the serialized thriller novel “Dead Play” from the Beginning HERE