Money, Sex and Power

Chapter 1

Lauren hopped out of her cab and slammed the door quickly, gripping her coat as the rain came down in sheets. Keeping her head down while wearing a smirk of excitement at knowing what was soon to come, she jogged up the steps of the stoop to the large, elegant looking townhouse off a side-street in uptown Manhattan. She had made this trip many, many times before, and repeated the ritual of pressing the doorbell twice and waiting patiently.

After a few seconds, the usual girl greeted her at the door; early 20's, beautiful caramel skin, brown hair, gorgeous all around. She smiled at Lauren and nodded her head in a bow of sorts. "Welcome back, Ms. Jauregui, a pleasure as always," she said softly, like a memorized speech. Lauren stepped inside, leaving droplets of rain water on the marble floor.

"Thank you, Keana. Please take my coat," she instructed. The young Latina did as she was told, and dutifully placed the coat on a rack, then turned back to Lauren, who was looking around the room she had been to so many times.

"Shall I fetch Mistress Vives for you? Or do you know what you want, ma'am?"

Lauren paused for a second, glancing at the intricate designs on the ceiling. "I'd like to see her please. I'll show myself to the foyer, thank you." Keana nodded again and turned to the long staircase on her right. Lauren held her hands behind her back as she strolled across the white marble to the sitting room. One of the other girls was there, organizing the books on the antique coffee table. She snapped to attention at the sound of high heels on the floor.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Jauregui, lovely to see you again," the blonde said softly, averting her eyes to the floor. Lauren smirked; having the power over these girls was nothing but a turn-on.

"Good afternoon, Ashley, I hope all is well," Lauren said lightly, dropping herself onto one of the puffy red sofas.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you for asking." After a few seconds of silence with Lauren looking towards Ashley expectantly, she realized what she was supposed to do. "My sincerest apologies, ma'am, would you care for a book?" She offered quickly, holding up one of the albums. Lauren nodded and reached for the leather-bound book, then returned to reclining and began browsing through the selection of women available.

"Anyone new perhaps?" Lauren asked lazily, flicking through pictures she had already seen, of girls she had already been with. She always smirked to herself when she got to Ashley's and Keana's pages, advertising their services, as it always made them both blush to see.

Before Ashley could respond, Keana emerged with Lucy Vives behind her. "Ms. Jauregui, Mistress Vives will see you now," she said softly and bowed, making a quick exit.

"Um, will that be all, ma'am?" Ashley asked, suddenly nervous under Mistress Vives' gaze.

Lauren smirked. "Yes, thank you Ashley." The blonde nodded tersely and followed Keana. Lucy and Lauren watched them go, feeling almost drunk off the power they had over the women here. Finally, when both girls were no longer in the large room, Lauren stood to meet Lucy and shake her hand. "Good afternoon, Ms. Vives."

"Oh, Lauren, please. You've been coming to me for years, you can call me Lucy!" the older woman replied warmly, taking a seat in an antique chair next to Lauren on the couch.

"My apologies, Lucy." The mistress nodded it off with a smile. "So how is everything?"

"Things are good, business is booming, believe it or not. Tough economic times, all anyone wants to do is have a good fuck with a sexy woman, and we all know I have the best ones," Lucy said with a grin. Lauren joined her in smiling and nodded.