Yes Mistress

Back to work

Julian and I slept through most of the day. 

He was actually asleep.

I was just avoiding. 

By the time I rose to get up it was well past five in the afternoon. Not to bad, being that I usually don't show up to "work" until around seven. But for today, meeting that stupid representative for the worst place in the world, I need to make sure I look a lot more impressive than normal. 

I wiggle out of Julian's arms, he shifts for a moment smiling in his sleep and the curls back up against a grouping of pillows. I tip tow to the closet and dig through my dresses and various all leather outfits. I cruise past a grouping of loos fitting dresses and come across a full body black leather suit. I pull it off the rack and zip into it. In the mirror my massive ass glares at me through the tight curves of the suit and my breasts perk up in harsh little points.

 Impressive.  

Or at least I belive so. I can't deny the shiver that curled its way up my spine as I trotted myself to the shoe rack and pulled off my favorite pair of red bottom black pumps. Pulling my rather short frame to an impressive hight as I slide into them, allowing the echo of my shoes on the floor to fill my soul with a battle drum. I will be long gone before he wakes to find the letter I have left for him. And I can not tell if the harsh feeling in my stomach is regret at that fact or nerves pertaining to who I might be meeting.

The name did not ring any bells. For now. But for some reason my spine still tingles. The way it used to when I was.... I shake the thought from my mind as I pull on my long coat and throw my phone and wallet into the pockets. Yank my car keys from the counter. I will be early I am sure, so it would be best to stop for some food on the way. If only to settle my nerves.

I am nearly at the door when I hear him.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?"

"Did not want to ruin the moment. I will be back later. Don't wait up."

I dont turn as I speak. I just put my head up higher and walk though the door. Hating the silence I leave in my wake.

                                  *
Showing up to work with a cup of coffee in hand is usually my go to. A calming relation to my own superiority in comparison to those witless men who enter my doors.

I am greeted at the desk by Viviane. Who wears a corset and victorian style stoutly loathing, or so she calls it. It borders on the side of steampunk but the guests seem to like it. Some even ask if she is available for a session. She always answers with a cool smile and a flick of her wrist. A sarcastic comment about how they would not be able to handle her.

Of course the truth is, she is still in training and would have no idea what to do with a man even if she had him bound and gagged before her.

She motions twords the office. I guess my newcomer has already arrived with his proposition. I make sure to pull of my coat before entering, unzip my jumpsuit a little. Make sure my shoes are shining and my hair is up in a high ponytail. Red lipstick painted across my thick lips.

When I do enter its with my head up high and a sway to my steps.

"Good evening gentlemen," I state cooly as I notice that more than one man sit in the lavish red velvet chairs. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I sit in my own chair behind the desk of black wood and iron. Making eye contact with each in their turn. Noticing the well dressed manurisums of both. And something familiar. Something I can not quite place.

When the first man speaks his voice is a deep echo about the room, "Good evening madam. We are here on behalf of one who wishes your presence."

"Yes. I was made aware of that through the rather hefty letter I was sent."

"Good, then this should be an easy process. We shall state our terms and present you with the rate we consider most suitable. Then you may decide upon when you would like to fly. Private of course."

I try to to scoff. As if I need more money from them for a private plane. I am swimming in it at the moment, with all my high end clients paying though the teeth for a good spanking. But this one is different.

"Regrettably, I must decline. I am from France, although my accent has left me. And I perfer to attend my clients here. Where I have control. You must understand."

They look at each other. As if they did not anticipate this reaction. The one who spoke originally tightens his blazer about his shoulders and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

"You must understand madam, we are here on behalf on somone who can pay more than tripple your usual rate. He wishes for you to stay a week with him as his escort. All the rules and allowances are on the document."

He leans forward to slide across an envelope i had not noticed before. I pick it up and flipping though the contents. At least 15 places of paper, each laying out different occasions and things I should wear, how I should act. Everything down to the smallest of details. How is shave even!  I almost cussed them out at the audacity. But halted at seeing the list of six numbers written at the bottom of the last page.

$500,000

The fuck!

I nearly chock of my confidence as I read the page more carefully, taking care to count the amount of zeros. I was not mistaken. That was half a million dollars.

"The first half will be paid in full, the other half of the same amount will be paid upon your completion of the task listed. I belive you may find it comparable."

I try not to suck in air to harshly as I ponder my next move. I could take off for half a year or more with that money. Take Julian on little trips with that money. Heck I could do a whole lot of shit. But...the question still stood of why they would pay this much.

"May I ask who the client is?"

Again they glare at each other, the more silent of the two shakes his head. And finalky speaks.

"He wishes to remain anonymous until you are under contract. He does not wish for his interests to be leaked to the press."

"Belive me sir it is against my rules to do so. But I must know whom I am working for to travel so far. I understand that it is a great opportunity but must decline your offer. Viviane will see you out."

With that I stand. Feeling more defeat than victory at the refusal. As I stand and walk to them I fold the documents back into the file and hand it to the quiet one. Who glares as he rises to tower over me. If I had know what this proximity would cost me I would have stayed behind the desk.

"I am sorry mis Daria. But we have orders to being you to Paris."

I roll my eyes at this and make to step back behind my desk. I don't make it five steps before arms grip me about the shoulders, pinning me to a broad unyielding chest. I hardly have enough time to gasp before the second man rounds into my line of sight and presses a cloth to my face. The smell of cloraphorm nearly knocks me out on contact but I resist the urge to give in to the faint humming that gradually fills my body with painfully soft tingles.

But I refuse to go quietly. I flail giving them the impression that my combat skills are less than average. But its a ploy and I wiggle down enough to tuck one of my feet behind the man who holds me. And then kick forward. His is knocked of balance instantly and makes a last minute decision to release me and brace his fall as we both his the floor. The second man falls with us. Trying to keep the cloth to my face. He falls to the side and I am able to wiggle free of both of them. I race for my taxes in my desk, always wanting to be prepared in case...well in case this shit.

I dont make it five steps before the world begins to spin violently. Every breath is a shuttering quake in my chest and the world is upside down. No I am, I notice as I gradually fall to my hands and knees and then to my back. To watch as both the men rise from their slouched spots in the corner and walk to stand over me.

I can hardly make out what they say as the world fades out.

"The boss is going to love to see her again..."

Again?

I dont have time to pounder the thought as the lights in my head turn off.