Welcome to Chapter 17 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you need to do some catching up. This week, find out who the mysterious woman at the coffee shop is. Murderer? Stalker? Potential client? All of the above? Read on to find out!
~Jayden
Chapter 17:
I finish scheduling some social media posts, keeping an eye on the dark-haired woman staring at me. She’s sitting down, but I can tell that she’s tall. She’s thin with a beautiful dark skin tone. I just can’t figure out where I know her from.
I look down at my laptop to schedule another post, and when I glance up, she’s gone.
She had had a coffee cup in front of her, and it’s gone, too. Was she a figment of my imagination? But no. I don’t think so.
“Hi,” a voice says to my other side, and surprisingly, she’s there. Where did she come from?
“Hi,” I say.
“Can I sit here?” she asks, gesturing to the seat across from me.
“Uh, sure,” I say, wary. “Do I know you?” I ask. I want to be polite and figure out where I know her from without admitting I don’t remember her, but it’s more in my nature to be direct.
She smiles, setting her coffee cup down on the table. “Sort of.”
I cock my head, waiting for her to continue.
“I came to a party with Claudia one time. I’m Tessa.”
“Nice to see you again, Tessa.”
“I’m sorry if I was staring too much. You looked familiar at first, and I couldn’t remember where I had seen you before. I wanted to make sure you were the right person before I interrupted your breakfast. Or coffee, or whatever.”
I smile at her, at ease now, knowing she is a submissive one of my clients had brought to an open party. The memory of watching Claudia strap Tessa to my rig and flog her surfaces. “I only drink tea here,” I say, taking a sip from my cup.
“Tea, good choice. I like a good chai latte from time to time,” she says. “But I have to say, their coffee is the best in the city.”
“I don’t doubt that,” I say. “Their tea is top-notch.”
“Anyway, umm, well, I’m sorry that I interrupted your work.” She drops her voice to a whisper and adds, “Is this your full-time job? Being a,” she glances around like she’s going to use a bad word, “Dominatrix?”
I nod. “It is my full-time job.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
I nod again. “I love it, but it’s a lot of work.”
“Is it?” She gets wide-eyed. “Do you have to have sex with a lot of people?”
I refrain from rolling my eyes, but barely, and give her my patented spiel about how I’m not a prostitute, and I don’t have sex with clients. But in the back of my mind, flashes of my encounter with James keep slipping through, making me squirm in my seat.
“I just wondered, you know, if you could teach me?”
“Teach you what, Tessa?”
“Teach me how to, you know, be a Dominatrix?”
I raise one eyebrow at her. “Is that something you want?”
“It’s something my boyfriend wants,” she hisses back.
I tap my long nails on the table. “I could. My standard fee is $300 for a two-hour session with me. I am happy to work with both of you.”
“You would do that?” she asks.
I nod. “Yes, of course. How better to teach you than to work with both of you together?”
“That makes sense. That makes sense. Okay, umm, can I call you?”
“You can text me,” I say, and I hand her my business card.
She looks it over and says, “Mistress Parker. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say. I don’t know when I’m going to fit in another client, but with James moving, it shouldn’t be too hard. And I guess I don’t need as much advertising time if I’m becoming overbooked. Word of mouth seems to be working pretty well for me.
She takes her cup and leaves my table, mumbling a goodbye. She was so nervous it was cute.
After she’s gone, I start to think about James. Will he be jealous that I am working with Tessa and her boyfriend? Will he be jealous of the other submissives I already see? He can’t be. If he is, it won’t work. But what won’t work? Does he even want anything more than what we already have? Is this just physical to him? Was it just nice that he got to sleep with his Mistress one time, but now we’ll go back to being in a ‘professional’ relationship? So many questions and so few answers. But I need to get ready for my photo shoot, so I guess the questions will have to wait.
J R Vincente 