All morning she had felt nervous, fussing over her appearance and constantly checking herself in the mirror. She felt those nerves one got before a first date and she had to remind herself that she was meeting a woman.
The reason for the meeting was still unclear but Laura felt it best to be prepared, considering how her last meeting with a woman turned out.
Choosing some empty seats to one side of the lounge provided a good vantage point, allowing Laura to keep an eye on the doors but not be in full view herself. Twice waiters had stopped to ask if she wanted anything only to be told that she was waiting for somebody to join her. She watched the people coming and going and was amused by the bell boys in military looking suits struggling with enormous suitcases and tiny lapdogs.
As expected Amelia arrived a little after the time she had arranged. She looked around the room as she slowly walked in. Laura made no attempt to make her whereabouts known, preferring to just observe for as long as possible.
Laura wondered what the woman did for a living. The tailored suit looked very expensive and the shoes were not from the high street. The white silk blouse, open enough to hint at sexuality, contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. Even the knee length skirt couldn’t hide the length of those slim legs.
It was a rerun of the restaurant; she turned heads and drew admiring glances—and she knew it. As Amelia turned toward her Laura gave a self conscious wave. Amelia made her way over, the sound of rasping nylon brought those well used memories flooding back.
“We meet at last,” she said, holding out a hand with beautifully manicured nails, the colour an exact match for the immaculately applied lipstick.
“Laura Miller,” it was a little weak but it would have to do, “pleased to meet you.”
Before they sat down Laura caught the attention of a waiter. They both chose coffee. Laura had abundant experience with nerves. She thrived on them. She loved the anxiety she felt during important negotiations. But this was different, this was teenager stuff, stomach fluttering nervousness. Contrary to how she felt she decided to be more forceful. “So Miss Chambers,” she said, then hesitated, “I’m sorry, it is miss is it?”
“It is yes, but Amelia will be fine,” the smile was accompanied by a recrossing of the legs, “for now.” Don’t let her get to you already Laura thought, she’s just playing her games.
“So, Amelia. You left your card for me, what can I do for you.”
“It’s more a case of whether I can do anything for you really. I take it you’re here out of curiosity, you’re interest has been piqued and you’re the adventurous sort. Am I right?”
“You certainly have a way of capturing the interest of the unsuspecting diner, that’s for sure.”
“Yes, it was fun wasn’t it.” She smiled at the memory.
“Forgive me for being blunt but who are you and what are we doing here?” Laura asked. Another laugh and a delicate sip of her coffee stalled the answer. It would come when she was ready.
“Graham got in touch, asked me to help out with the game you two are playing. We have certain mutual interests which you may benefit from.”
“Has he given you any chess pieces?” She didn’t expect an answer but it was worth a try.
“Oh come on Laura, you know by now it wouldn’t be that simple.” No, she thought not. “We all have to earn our rewards. You wouldn’t want to feel that you’d cheated yourself would you?”
“I suppose I’d risk it for the pieces,” she said, smiling.
“I wouldn’t blame you for that, I understand you have a lot at stake.” They paused their conversation as the waiter returned to refill their cups. As soon as he left she continued.
“To answer your question, no I don’t have any but I might be in a position to point you in the right direction, if you want me to of course.”
“Why wouldn’t I? That’s a no-brainer isn’t it. So how come you’re in a position to, I mean what is it you actually do?” Even though she’d asked the question she knew it would be something unconventional, nothing seemed to be normal these days.
“I’m an instructor, a sort of trainer. I tell people what to do and then make sure that they do it.” She gave a slight shrug of the shoulders as though it were that simple and there was no need for further explanation.
“So that’s your job, telling people what to do? And who are these people, where do they come from?”
“Oh no, it’s not my job as such, I have a career, I work in corporate finance. The other thing is like a hobby. The people are women, there are a lot of women in top jobs these days and their lives can be very stressful. You’d be surprised at how many of those who are a colossus in the boardroom need a release, to get away from it all for a while. Under all that high power stuff a lot of those women are submissive by nature, and that’s where I come in. I make them do whatever I want, they don’t have to think about it or make any decisions and that provides them with their release, and pleasure-usually sexual pleasure.” Laura took a moment to absorb the information, trying to see how she would fit into this offbeat world.
“I see what they get from it but what’s the benefit for you, what do you get out of it?”
“I’m a dominant, I love it. Having absolute control over these women probably gives me more pleasure than them, it’s a two way thing. Do you want more coffee?”
“Er, no thanks I’m fine. So why am I here, how do I fit in?”
“As I said earlier, Graham and Andrew thought it would be fun for me to be your mentor, to guide you along the problematic path you’re exploring.” She didn’t say that earlier, Laura thought, it was just Weston. But it came as no surprise, or disappointment, that Andrew was also privy to the whole thing. Then she leaned in close and spoke almost in a whisper. “Even if I can’t help you find any more of your pieces we can have a bloody good time looking.” She sat back and laughed, recrossed her legs and pulled her skirt down to the knee. “What do you think, do you want to be my novice?”
Of course I want to, I’ve been desperate to since the restaurant incident, I’ve fantasized about you and flattened the batteries twice, came out rather differently. “Do you think a straight woman can be…” Laura hesitated, unsure of the correct word to use, “like that, to another woman I mean?”
“Of course. You’d have to do as you’re told but that’s what you like isn’t it. The fact that I’m a woman just makes it more difficult at times. Take the woman I was with at the restaurant. She’s a high flier at one of the universities, an academic and very conservative, but she’s also submissive. There are so many bi curious and lesbian women in the top jobs but, despite what you saw and heard she’s not one of them, in fact she’s happily married. Her husband sends her to me because it’s so humiliating for her, and she loves that. I love it too.”
“What if I can’t do what you say, if I haven’t got it in me?”
“You have a very inviting innocence that I find appealing, but from what I’ve been told, beneath the surface you’re very strong willed and curious. What I’m offering you is the opportunity to experience more of what you seem to have taken to like a duck to water. You’re free to say no of course, we never force anybody to do anything they don’t want to do.” There was a pause in the conversation as Laura thought through what she’d heard. As if reading her mind Amelia then added, “Are you brave enough to be what you are?”
That evening, over dinner, Laura recounted the whole story to Andrew who freely admitted that he knew Amelia would offer her ‘services’, he just didn’t know whether Laura would accept. There was no disguising his pleasure on hearing how things had turned out. “So, my straight laced little wife has a mistress now, how exciting,” he’d teased.
“It’s only to get the pieces, that’s all,” she said, rather too defensively. He shrugged off her denials of any personal enthusiasm for the arrangement.
“What have you got to do?” he asked.
“I’ve no idea, she just said she’d be in touch.”
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