“She played with me the other night,” he announced.
“I know, Brandon. She’s played with a lot of bottoms,” I reminded him.
I quickly stopped myself from saying anything further about how Elise is moving around playing with a lot of people. Joshua had mentioned that Brandon didn’t have a lot of self-confidence, and he needed to feel wanted. I didn’t want to say anything that might make him feel less needed or wanted.
“She was going to play with me tonight, but then you stepped in,” Brandon recalled.
I finished tying my shoes and looked up at him. His facial expression told me that he was desperate to start an argument but also wanted some reassurance. He really needed James, not me.
“I know that she was going to try to negotiate a session with you. But it wouldn’t have been right. James doesn’t want you to negotiate sessions without him—”
“I’m an adult!” he interrupted me.
“I know, Brandon. James cares about you and your health, which is why he wants to be present.”
“He thinks that I’m not capable of negotiating on my own,” Brandon said in a much calmer tone.
“It’s not that at all.” I had to be careful of how much info I divulged to him. I didn’t want him to think that I knew more about him from Joshua, so I chose my words carefully. “I think James knows where you came from and what might be in your past. He cares about you and wants you to play safely, with healthy people.”
“Is Mistress Elise not healthy?” he asked.
I considered my words before I said them. I didn’t want to say anything that would negate anything that James had told him. What made things harder was that I already knew that he came from some shithole underground kink house where he had been brainwashed. But he didn’t know that I knew, of course.
“I think that if you have played with unhealthy people in the past, that Mistress Elise might not be the best for you right now,” I said as calmly and gently as possible.
His eyes moved a lot, back and forth, and then he nodded.
“I see,” Brandon said as he stood. “I’m not good enough for Mistress Elise, but apparently you’re good enough for her.”
Brandon punched the locker that was closest to him when he stood before he stormed off.
“Brandon,” I called after him. I heard the door to the men’s locker room swing closed after he had blown through it. “Shit,” I said under my breath.
Before I left the locker room, I pulled my phone out and sent Joshua a text to let him know what happened and that Brandon was angry. Especially since I knew that Brandon was probably in the process of acclimating to consensual play where he had a choice, I felt as though I had an obligation to help notify those who he was closest to about tonight. As I made my way home, I also decided to text James. I knew that Josh would approach Brandon as a friend, while James would approach it in a slightly different way. Brandon needed both.
Two days later, Elise came into the coffee house with Liz. My heart sped up as I eagerly examined her hands. I was disappointed to see that she wasn’t carrying anything. I had been hoping to see some papers in her hand or something. I wanted to see some indication that she had been serious the other night at the club about a contract to become her plaything.
I efficiently filled their orders while I caught pieces of their conversation. They were talking about going to a boutique today to find new corsets. My dick throbbed as I pictured Elise in a beautiful corset. I had seen her in a few now, and they were all gorgeous. The corsets themselves were incredible, but the way they accentuated her breasts made me hard.
“You need to stock up on some more toys since you’re about to acquire a plaything,” Liz said to Elise.
When I glanced up, both women were staring at me with wicked gleams in their eyes. Liz had a smile on her face, and Elise’s eyebrow was arched as she raked her eyes down my body as much as the counter would permit. The fact that Elise had seen me naked played over and over in my mind and was making me hard.
I set their coffees on the counter and called out their names. They each deposited a few dollars in the tip jar before they collected their coffees and then took up their usual seat by a window. Elise made no mention of a contract or anything of the like, but they had been chatting about Elise getting new toys and supplies since she would be gaining a plaything.
Was I being vain and self-absorbed by thinking that I would be the plaything?
I tried not to be too irritated over this. After all, she was probably just teasing and taunting me with the offer of a contract. The women were just having fun playing with me. Truth be told, I would have jumped at a contract to be her sex toy. Older, heavy-handed, dominating women pushed my buttons. And I thought Elise might be that for me.
I tuned out Elise and Liz and carried on with fulfilling orders. The next time I looked up, the two ladies were gathering their purses and were standing up, getting ready to leave. Elise tapped a regular sized envelope on the table as she stared at me.
Was that the contract?
Elise was making sure that I saw her with it. She left the envelope on the table along with their empty pastry bags, and then she left with Liz. I hurried over, making it look like I was just cleaning the table. I slipped the envelope in my apron pocket and then tossed the napkins and pastry bags in the trash.
I had never wanted my shift to be over so bad in my life. But once 8:00 p.m. rolled around, I almost sprinted to my car. I turned my car on and flipped the overhead light on as my fingers tore at the envelope. I pulled out two pages of paper and stared.
“Contract between Mistress Elise St. James and Andrew,” I whispered.
