Beads Of Demand

Performance

Diana's POV

Zay put on a excellent show. At such a young age I just didn't understand how she was so good at knowing exactly when and how to apply pain and pleasure, she was so good at staying right behind the breaking point, really pushing somebody to their limits. I could go on. The fact is she left everyone hot and bothered and private rooms got filled quickly which filled my pockets with petty money and I also put 4 girls on contract. I don't know a single person who can walk out each night with at least 15 million.

I sat in my office and worked out some numbers when Jennifer entered with Zay. The nerve. "Jennifer I could have sworn Dr.Vitch was having a pretty important dinner tonight with his co-workers," I said and she went from relaxed to walking on thin ice. "He didn't want me there," she mumbled shamefully and my eyes narrowed.

"Well! ON THE BRIGHT SIDE..... Your office has been pretty-" Zay attempted.

"Get out Zay... I've already transferred the money to your account," I said and Jennifer's eyes widened. Zay nodded , gave an assuring glance to Jennifer and walked out.

I would smile if I wasn't in my dominant mood. Zay was a dominant, always have been but I feel she would be submissive to me if it could have been kept a secret. Or maybe that's a fantasy of my own.

"What to do ... what to do..." I said standing up and now sitting on my desk in front of Jennifer. She stared at the floor, dodging my glare. That's fine. Everybody does.

"Jennifer you're really starting to make me doubt all that potential we spoke about. Now I realized your sudden and I dare say dramatic change and ... did we not speak about this?"

Her brain was going through what I call green light traffic. She has the right to go but can't  go. The right to speak but can't  speak. "If this business is too strong for you or maybe not enough it's okay to walk out. It's in your favor. You'll be able to walk out this office, unpunished and unscathed with no need to look back. But if you stay ... in simple words Jenny. You're fucked."

"Permission to explain, Mistress," she said softly. She really wanted no parts of this. She rarely called me Mistress since she rarely got into big trouble with me.

I'm not over reacting. As someone receiving a contract that means you're being selected to fulfill certain needs. It's very common for you to attend special events, meetings, dinners and usually meet the family. Some contracts last years, some end in marriage , however a majority don't. That's where my profit comes in. It's a red flag when the person who proposed the contract doesn't want your company, even more of a red flag when your company isn't wanted publicly.

"Speak," I allowed.

"Dr.Vitch is seeing someone else. Someone who isn't of this lifestyle. In other words, a vanilla person. This person isn't a she, it's a he .. it's a he... and well .. he," she began to choke up and her eyes filled with tears.

"Spit it out Jenny," I said not sure if she was scared which I did not want, not like this.. hoping I didn't push my authority too far... but confused if I should be concerned.

She slid off her jacket and then her blouse and turned around revealing her back. Which was bruised with two massive welts across her lower back. "I want you to put your clothes back on. I want you to hold all the contracts until Victoria gets down here and I want you to be recovering from having fun on my desk when I get back," I said each step getting closer to her. She nodded finally making eye contact with me.

I went upstairs and grabbed Lucas. He saw the look in my face and swallowed hard. "You went from Diana to Mistress really quickly," he exhaled in his UK accent. Who in the hell would leave London and come here?! "I want you to go downstairs and fuck the daylights out of Jennifer on my desk. I want you to record it... and then I want the both of you to stand in the corner naked. I don't give a damn who enters and who sees and know it'll be nothing compared to what I do to the both of you! Am I understood?" I asked grabbing him by his phone shirt.