Hands that gave amazing,fantasticmassages.
“The Cigar Lounge is currently open,” Grace said, heading toward the grand staircase. “Unfortunately, the other private rooms for socializing are full tonight.”
“Ugh. No.” Lara refused to take the first step. “It’s bad enough she puffs on that vape shit. I don’t need to marinate in the stench of other people’s filthy habits.”
Kennedy rolled her eyes. “It’s called olfactory fatigue. You won’t notice it soon enough.”
“That’s what you always say, then the next thing I know, I’m gagging until I puke.”
Grace tried one of her easy smiles on them. “All right. No Cigar Lounge. Shall we go straight to my room?” Well, someone was antsy to start the threesome.
“The Receiving Room is open, Grace,” came a voice from behind. Monique Grant stood outside the room in question as another woman escorted an elderly gentleman to the front door. “Please, Misses Anderssens, have a drink with me.”
Never let it be said that Monique Grant didn’t know how to keep her frequent clients happy. Hardly a visit went by without the madam of the Manoir bestowing the couple with her company. Not that Lara ever complained. She appreciated a segue into the fuckfest that was their usual visit to the Manoir.
Grace served them all in the Receiving Room, a quaint corner furnished with Victorian wares reupholstered to look more “sophisticated grandmother” than “dusty ol’ shit from the attic.” At least the place was well insulated, making it a toasty, warm haven for those wanting to have quiet conversations.
“Place looks busy tonight,” Kennedy said to Monique the moment they sat down. “Business must be better than ever.”
“We can hardly keep up.”
Lara settled on the loveseat between her partner and the mistress. Grace poured a glass of ice water and offered it to Lara, but she declined. “The girls must be kept busy.” She glanced atGrace, who didn’t flinch or say a word. She merely served, as she was paid to do right now. “Or have you hired more?”
“Not yet.” Monique leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and finally letting go of her rigid stance. While nobody in that room would say they were friends, they got along well enough. Monique probably felt a kindred spirit in Lara, even though they were on opposite ends of the Dom/sub spectrum. While Lara considered herself a switch with a more Domme-like public persona, Monique was a lifestyle submissive through and through. She was even the fiancée of lifestyle Domme Helen Warner, a woman Kennedy and Lara did frequent business with. In exchange, they were not charged extra for the double-patronage of Miss Grace, even though Monique was well within her rights to milk more money out of the wealthy Anderssens.
Lara didn’t chat with lifestyle subs much. Monique was different. She was also a shrewd businesswoman who made her own money independent of her fiancée. Lara could respect that.
She also liked her. And after seeing her perform with Helen Warner at the club a few times… well, maybe she had a sexual crush on her as well.I couldn’t give her what she wants, though. Neither could Kennedy. Not even the two of them together could satiate the kind of submissive appetite Monique Grant had.
“How is the wedding coming along?” Lara asked, afraid to let the silence continue. Grace got up, turned the corner of the sofa, and stood behind her patrons. One hand snaked across Lara’s shoulder while the other stroked the back of Kennedy’s neck. Good girl. Lara had to contain a smile of pleasure. “I hear it’s going to be the event of the season.”
“Just what I need. More pressure.” Monique politely looked away as Grace’s hand descended Lara’s chest and stroked her through her red turtleneck. Pretty little fingers played with the pendant hanging around Lara’s neck. Kennedy gave me thispendant for my birthday last year. It was a gold finch, Lara’s favorite bird.
She looked at her spouse, currently enjoying her glass of scotch and another woman’s hand combing through her hair.
Grace knew how to please them, that was for sure. For the past few months, she had learned the idiosyncrasies of her patrons and put them to her advantage. For example, she knew that they got off on being treated as one sexual unit. So she always,alwaysmade sure to show them an equal amount of attention.
Even so, Lara spent most of that night staring at her spouse being felt up by another woman. For the first time in a long while, she experienced a pang of jealousy. Fuck that bullshit. She looked back at Monique and said, “I suppose it’s the price you pay for marrying one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the region.” She placed her hand on Kennedy’s arm. “That would’ve been my Kenny if I let her stay single for much longer.”
“That’s right. You’ve been married what, ten years?”
“Yes. Coming up.” Lara removed her hand and shrugged Grace’s off. “A Christmas wedding for our families. Nothing on the scale of what you have planned.” Anyone who was anyone was attending Monique’s wedding in February. At least she was the type who could handle the pressure. Especially if her Domme commanded it. “Seems quaint to look back on it.”
“I’m sure it was lovely.”
“She wore a red and white garter,” Kennedy chimed in, stealing a glance at her wife. “The most beautiful white gown anyone has ever seen. Cheeky of her to wear something Christmassy beneath it. Felt like unwrapping the most perfect gift.”
Lara looked away, hiding her blush. It wasn’t even my idea. It was my sister’s, insisting that I do something festive for my wedding clothes. I only cared about the cake and the sex that night. Kennedy had not disappointed her. She took Lara in waysshe didn’t know one could take her wife – all while making Lara feel so loved that she swooned all through their honeymoon.
“I can only hope to have such a grand marriage as you two have.” Monique’s smile was genuine, although still demure as was her nature. “You’re practically legends.”
Neither of them pressed for a reason. Having someone young and nubile like Grace feel them up while they spoke was enough reason on display.
“Thank you,” Kennedy said. “No marriage is perfect or easy, but we make it work.” Her hand curled over Lara’s crossed knee. “I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”
Those words would usually make her blush more, but Lara suddenly entered a moment of self-doubt. Those sound like stock words, Kennedy. Did her spouse hide those words up her sleeve to use when it was best? Like now? There was a reason some people in the real estate world called her Silver Tongue Anderssen. She knew how to charm the pants off a snake. She’s charmed mine off enough times by now.
Monique couldn’t spend much more time with them, not with a busy business bustling with life that night. After she paid her respects and whispered something in Grace’s ear, Monique saw herself out.
