Curious, wasn’t it, how she wasn’t working Sette. June was so relaxed where she stood that a commoner would think they were two people conversing, not a business transaction in the making.Should I do it? How would I even go about it?These women probably preferred getting right down to the business. Should she ask? Even so, what would she want to do? Seemed crass slamming her fingers in her on their first meeting. Would she like to go on a date? Sette got off more if she could pick a woman’s brain first – the more they had in common, the more she enjoyed the fingering and pussy eating.
“What do you mean?”
She kept her voice even, but June pinpointed her trepidation. Her smile was practically barbaric. “You like spanking a woman, Sette? Calling her dirty names? Tying her up and clipping her nipples?” She bit her lip. The way her teeth grazed that rose hue… “Or maybe you like it when a woman really lays it on you. We do both around here, but it helps if you’re forthcoming so we know who to refer you to. Everyone has their specialty around here.”
Although Sette didn’t flinch, her mind went straight toShe’s talking about BDSM?Sette knew Zara dabbled in it more often than not, and God knew half the young women in the city considered themselves Dommes, but Sette never thought much about it. Something about floggers and Japanese rope tying.
“What’s yours?”
June’s smile broadened. “I do both. I used to be a dominatrix at Midnight before I started working here.” She shrugged.Hello, bouncing breasts.“I like both. There’s something about a person who knows how to… really give it to me.”
Sette’s eyes glazed over.I could do that. Really give it to you, that is.Sette had to be careful and not get lost in fantasy, too. Somehow, she doubted June was getting her lingerie wet over her. Women like her had enough experience to know whoto fantasize about, and right now, Sette was just another good-looking rich woman looking to spread her wealth around.
“I can’t say I have a bedroom preference.”
“That’s too bad. What are we going to use to segue us into my bedroom?”
Shit.Sette should have expected this. No matter what kind of conversation she wanted to have, June would charge her – and keep wondering when she was going to get naked.Why am I thinking about that?Sette had never fancied herself that kind of woman. She needed a cigarette, thinking about doing what she wanted to June’s breasts.Why am I so hung up on tits today!
“Hey, uh,” Zara began, one arm wrapped around Grace. “Ms. Grace is going to show me some… room…”
“Whatever, girl.”
The lovebirds left, probably to transact some business Sette didn’t need to know about. That left her with June, who was quick to whip out a tiny, gold-embossed card from a pocket inside her bust.A pocket inside her bust…
“What’s this?” Sette took it. Words. Numbers. Nothing wholesome.
“My rates.”
Sette took another cursory glance. That was a lot of money for being touched.She’s probably good…Had to be better than the half-assed fingering she got last month from her last real date. The woman barely touched her. June looked… thorough.
“You must have misread me, June. This place is more Zara’s thing, not mine.”
“You sure about that?” Her giggle was not childish, or even girlish in the slightest. It was light, but womanly. The mature kind of femininity Sette felt was sorely missing in her life.I didn’t realize it until now.“Because you’ve been checking out my breasts since we met.”
“To be fair, I thought that’s why they were there.”
Another shrug. “Hey, I get it. If you’ve got someone already, I won’t pressure you to do something you might regret. Not like some of the… never mind.”
“I don’t have anyone.” Sette checked herself. “I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a spouse.”
“Oh?” June put her hands on her hips. “Then what’s stopping you? Finances?”
“No…”
June sidled up to her without any warning. “Because I give free samples to those who strike my fancy.” Fingers grazed Sette’s ear.Hello, genitals. They liked what the rest of Sette felt. “You hit mine like it’s a target.”
Sette took a deep breath to calm herself.You don’t pay for sex. Not even “freebies.” She had to repeat that a few times in her head. June probably did this with every client she tried to score. Sette was no different. She knew her worth, but she also knew that fantasies were useless. June didn’t care about anything but the money. This was business for her. For Sette? It was an escape, she supposed.
“Come with me.” June’s fingers linked with Sette’s momentarily. It was enough. She had that yoke around Sette’s throat and dragged her into an empty sitting room. A tiny room, to be sure, but it was nicely decorated with reupholstered Victorian furniture and…
Who the fuck cared about the décor? Sette was quickly losing her ability to look at the world around her. All that existed was June, who latched the door behind her and gestured to the nearest leather chair.
“You look like a brandy woman.” She poured her a small glass at a sparsely stocked wet bar. Sette sat in the chair, wondering where freebies ended and the charges on her credit card began.Do I care now?A little, yeah. “Here. This will help loosen you up. You’re too tense.”
“Let me guess.” She took the glass. “You want to help me relax.”
“It’s my job, Dr. Christie.”
