Then Again

Chapter 15 - The Mistress

It was dark and dreary; cigarette smoke was smothering any fresh air that may have been in the room. A woman casually reclined on a sofa, sipping from her wine glass and puffing away. She was beautiful in a seductive way. Long porcelain-skinned legs stretched out from her burgundy satin nightdress. Her arms were sprawled out overhead, each fingernail perfectly manicured as it wrapped around the butt of her cigarette. Her lips were plump and stained with red lipstick. The mascara in her eyes highlighting the perfect brown of her cat-like eyes. Jet black straight hair slipped like silk over the sofa. She was lying in wait, oh so patiently for her pet.

Someone knocked with much hesitance at her door.

"Come in", she said with the most seductive raspy voice.

A man wearing a grey business suit walked in. He was dressed for what looked to be a business meeting, primp and proper. His wavy hair was slicked back and cut short. As soon as his eyes rested upon the enchantress seated before him, he felt the sudden urge to rush to her. But he knew that any sudden movements would mean the wine glass would shatter in his face. You did not come closer until you were ordered. The man coughed slightly in his hand to make his presence known.

"Well, my pet... it's been so many days", her voice was melting in his ears. "Come now, don't keep me waiting any longer", she slightly sat up and pushed up the trim of her nightgown a few more inches up her thighs. The man's face lit up with excitement with the casual invitation his mistress gave him. He stepped into the room placing his suitcase down at the entrance.

"Oh no... not like that my dear", she spread her legs a little wider so he could get a little peak, "crawl to me on all fours like a good little pet". She took another sip from her wine raising her head slightly. This was one of her tactics to keep her pets at bay. They had to know their place or else they would be nothing more than a pack of dogs.

The desperate man, against his better judgement, stooped down on all fours and began crawling to her. She purred with each step as he began to pace towards her.

"Slowly my dear", she bent forward and emptied her cup of wine on her thighs and the floor. She spilt more towards him, "keep lapping it up and come to me for more". He licked the floors with the wasted wine and continued walking towards his prize. When he finally reached her, she stuck the sole of her foot in his face. He gently licked her soles until she turned them down, and he kissed the front of her foot. He slowly ascended tracing circles over her calf and knees before finally reaching her thighs.

"Tell me what you know", she whispered in her bewitching tone and grabbed his hair to have him face her. She folded one of her legs onto the sofa as she sat upright now. He saw with a full view of the prize that lay before him. One that would satisfy all the urges of his mouth.

"He's won a new military contract, all the Humvee vehicles of the army will be equipped with new GPS technology that AAVVEE developed", he kept looking down at his prize as he spoke.

"Worth?", she asked while biting his earlobe.

"The file was tagged above my security clearance, but estimates put it at close to two billion dollars", he stuck his tongue out hoping for a treat.

"Two billion? Hmmm, there are no others included in the contract?", she wiped her finger on his tongue to keep him intrigued.

"There are, a few Chinese companies, but the software will be developed by AAVVEE", he lightly licked to keep him warm for more.

"What about that girl... what was her name", she tossed her short hair behind her shoulders and rubbed her temples.

"Inaya?", he chimed in.

"Yes, yes, that one. I keep forgetting their insignificant names", she sighed and lit another cigarette. She took in an exaggerated puff and then exhaled into her pet's face.

"She hasn't had contact with him for a few months now. She isn't picking up my calls either", he breathed the second-hand smoke to find that it was a laced cigarette. His mistress was never one to smoke without ganja.

"What an insolent little brat. I saw her the other day while flipping through channels", she took another puff and leaned back. "They're too greedy, always wanting to take the smallest of gems not caring for the ultimate treasure", she puffed away and took another sip of wine. "Tell me at least that she gave the cut as promised?".

"It wasn't much, just a few hundred grand. He hasn't been spending much on the ones we send his way for over a year now?"

"And why is that?", she looked sharply at him and tugged roughly on his hair. The skinned pricked on his scalp as she twisted his hair in her palms.

"Ah... I'm not sure – ", she pulled harder this time.

"Well isn't your job to know? Or should I get one of my other pets to do it?", she spat on his face. "Such half-witted fools I've collected". She got up from her sofa and kicked the man on his knees away. He fell back and looked devastated.

"But, I've done everything else you asked, please – ", he bowed his head before her. She put on her stiletto heels, they were encrusted with diamonds, all over the pumps. The man came closer to her feet in a bowing position. She picked up her leg and rested her foot on the back of his neck.

"You're right, you have...", she dug her heel into his neck, "so you deserve some sort of prize I guess". Taking her heel off she walked over to a dimly lit room where her four-poster bed was. The satin sheets were already sprawled over the mattress, she's been having fun for few hours and was hungry again. Laying herself slightly bent up on the bed she lifted up the slip of her nightdress so that it uncovered her pelvis completely.

"Come jaan", she called out facing a hidden entryway to her room. A tall man, clad in only boxers came out. He was well built and tan, every single muscle of his body was carved liked stone. He came over and sat at the feet of his mistress, gently massaging the soles of her feet and rubbing his nose into them. The other man was still bowing in the position she left him in.

"Your prize, my pet", she called to the other man in the room. He crawled to where she was laying down and got up to come up to her. She grabbed his tie and rolled it up in her hand, putting pressure on his windpipe until his neck turned a little red. The man brought his hands up to make space and let in a little air. But she spat on his face and pulled harder.

"Oh no, pet...your prize is that you get to watch", she whispered in his ears.