A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Nine

"I know, don't worry I'll clean it up right now," Amberle tossed trying to reassure the older woman after she'd gone silent that the mess she saw in the apartment was going to disappear in minutes and she kept that promise. Bustling about the kitchen throwing take out boxes in the garbage, disposing the soda cans and placing the dishes she used into the dishwasher, Amberle perspired as if she ran a marathon.

"Well," Joslyn drawled. The woman judged the girl's pathetic attempt at cleaning up the mess. Amberle stood away from her, standing silently, beaming a proudness she shouldn't have. With an exasperated sigh, the woman decided to roll with the silence. She rolled the sleeves to her white shirt up to her elbows and busied fixing the girl's attempt at cleaning the kitchen. The only sounds in the apartment were the woman's heels and occasionally her throwing something into the trash. Several minutes after Amberle stood there observing the quiet woman, the apartment was restored to its firmer neatness. The girl had to admit, the woman did a way better job than she was ever able to do, everything was spotless.

Finally facing the girl, Joslyn's gaze caused her to swallow hard; did she harbour hostility from last night's call?

"This is how I expect to find this place, no garbage on the floor, no dishes in the sink, no shoes all over, do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," Amberle replied quietly.

"If you understood all along why did I find the apartment in such a mess?"

"Because I was a little too slow when it came down to the cleaning."

"You had the entire morning," said the woman.

"I'm sorry," She replied and the woman saw no trance of genuine repentance and it incited a scowl.

"Have you read the entire contract?" Joslyn asked fixing herself on a stool while facing the young girl who stood a reasonable distance away. "Yeah."

"And did you sign it?"

"No, and I won't be signing it either." Her words piqued the judge's interest. "Why not?"

"I'm no one's property and just because you're doing me a favour doesn't mean you get to control me. I cannot agree with what was written in the contract."

"I thought we had a deal, I'd help you to pay off the money you stole and you'd sign my contract in return, not in that order but you get the point."

"Yeah, that was before I knew what the contract contained. If you want to fuck me, that's fine but all does fancy rhetoric that all comes down to me being unable to deny you things sounds, illegal." She replied. The anger within her tone reflected the anger from the night before and the way she articulated herself and left the older woman aware that this wasn't one of those moments where she joked around. But there was more, fear transuded from her without her even knowing and Joslyn wanted to know why.

"What was it that scared you?" She heard herself ask. Amberle frowned, rolling her eyes at her. "Nothing scared me I'm just not interested in being the vessel you use to blow off steam."

"Technically you won't be doing just that. I'm not sexually deprived but it may escalate to sex given the length of time you and I remain in contact."

"So it's not only about sex?"

"No. It's about discipline and understanding, gratification, praise, attention— I want those things for the both of us,"

"And that's it?" Amberle questioned going closer to the woman. There was still uncertainty in her blue eyes and the woman knew it would take much more to convince the girl that she wasn't going to use her the way she expected.