I should have figured. Lots of different kinds of queer women would want June. Even those types of rich ilk that Sette couldn’t stand to be around. She delivered their babies, after all. Whenever such a woman came to a consultation, she was always on her phone, ignoring the miracle of life swimming in her womb. Sette long learned not to think about it.
She began to sketch. “Do you like her?”
“Enough. That’s not a fair question, though. She’s so different from you that I wouldn’t be able to answer one way or the other.”
“What kind of woman am I? Do I even want to know your real opinion of me?”
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I think you’re great. You’re not as uptight as I thought you were when I first met you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I’m serious. I don’t get a lot of doctors, but you’re not a doctor anymore, are you?”
“I still have my title, so, technically… I haven’t practiced in a few years.”
“Doctors can go either way, right? Some are really rigid and unable to accept things not going their way. They don’t have any fun. They don’t know how to express themselves other than through a diagnosis.”
Sette snorted. “You described my father, the original Dr. Christie.”
June continued as if she hadn’t said anything. “Then there are women like you, who are rather sensitive.”
“Now, those are fighting words.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, Sette. I like a sensitive woman well enough.” Her smile broadened. “Particularly if she still knows how to rail a girl between the legs.”
“That’s okay. I can be as sensitive as you want.” Sette considered something for a moment, her model’s face only half-sketched. “Is this other woman nice to you?”
June stared at her comforter, lost in thought for more than a few seconds. “She understands me well. We have a professional relationship.”
Sette didn’t want to think about what that meant. “Let the best woman win.”
June pinched one of her nipples. What, was she trying to kill Sette already? “You should be more assertive than that.”
“You like assertive, do you?”
“I can switch.”
“So you like to Domme?”
“I do, but it’s not a part of my identity. It’s something fun. If a woman wants to pay me to call her a dirty wretch and spank her until she comes, hey, I’ll have a good enough time. I definitely like being on the bottom, though.”
“So I’ve noticed.” And noticed. And noticed again. June didn’t seem to mind Sette in any position. She came hard in missionary, and she came as hard from behind. That second one allowed for more intensity, however. Plus, the good doctor had been allowed to indulge in her more hedonistic side. Most of her previous girlfriends would’ve rather get on the bed, spread wide, and think of the Commonwealth queen.I need to expand my dating pool. It wouldn’t be wrong for her to have other relationships outside of June, right? She had her clients that she kept satisfied… and as Zara kept saying, they were not in a real relationship. Right.
June’s smile grew again. “Are you going to fuck me again today, Dr. Christie?” She only called her that when she was feeling playful. Or trying to get a rise out of her.
“Well,” she began, failing to concentrate, “I didn’t come here with broken fingers.”
“Good.” She sighed. “I like it when you fuck me.”
It was such a crude thing to say, yet she said it with enough mirth that Sette fell for it.Does she really think I’m good in bed?Of course she was. Who had ever said she wasn’t? Just because Sette wasn’t sauntering around town insisting that she had the best skills in the land didn’t mean she lacked prowess. In her experience, women preferred someone who could show rather than tell. From the way June often came in their encounters thus far?Uh-huh.
“What do you like about it?” she asked.
“Hmm? Wow, clients rarely ask me that.”
“Sorry. Suppose I sound like an insecure teenage girl.”
“Not at all. You know, you may not think so, but you’re a good communicator. I feel like I can talk about anything with you, and you’ll at least look like you’re listening.”
