High Maintenance
Everything about Theresa screamed “high maintenance” from the hair to the nails not forgetting the dress, the purse, and the shoes. More than a princess, she was an empress to anyone that wanted to play in her world, or she was nothing at all. Anyone seeking a middle ground would do better to look elsewhere instead of annoying her with silly requests.
Enter Phil, a childhood friend who had just discovered what kind of woman she had become. Twenty years can change a person in many ways though seeing her act all mighty and powerful while sticking a stiletto up a grown man’s ass was the last thing he expected from her.
“Hmmm, am I interrupting something?” he asked as he stood by the half-open door of her hotel bedroom.
“Not at all,” she grinned. “Slave here was just leaving, weren’t you, slave?” she pushed the hapless servant’s buttocks away.
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you so much for the honor you’ve given me today.”
“Yeah, yeah…” she yawned. “Pay the honor with Franklins.”
“Of course,” the slave handed her an envelope and let himself out, a knowing smile on his lips. “Good luck, mate. You’re going to need it with this one.”
Phil looked at him, befuddled, and then at the gorgeous temptress dressed in gold and black. He had no idea what he had just witnessed.
“What was all that?” he asked.
“I was entertaining a client, of course. Thank you for meeting me here today, Phil. It’s good seeing you.”
“It’s good to see you too though I admit I was surprised by your call.”
“Why?”
“The last time we spoke was almost ten years ago, Theresa. I thought I would never hear from you again.”
“Oh, that… Sorry, I’ve become quite a busy woman in the meantime. Being always a demand doesn’t leave much time for other things.”
“Right… So now you’re a…? I’m not sure exactly.”
“I’m a Domme, Phil, and a good one at that. I own pets and slaves in every continent and live a life only a few dared to dream of. I’ve never been happier ever since I’ve discovered my true calling.”
“Wow, that’s really, hmmm… something.”
“I know. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What have you been doing since college? Did you finish that novel you were working on?”
“Oh… no. I quit after two years of writer’s block. It wasn’t meant to be, I guess.”
“Okay. What about jobs?”
“I… well… I’m not really… you know…”
“Yeah, I do. I’m going to cut to the chase here. I know all about your recent financial woes and whatnot and I thought to myself ‘he may be the man I’m looking for’, so that’s why I called.”
“What do you mean, the ‘man you’re looking for’?”
“I’m offering you a job, silly.”
“What kind of job?”
“Secretary, security guard, chauffeur… whatever I need that you can provide. I’m willing to pay you a salary way above average with the chance of receiving other perks as well.”
“Tell me more.”
“I’d rather show you,” she directed his gaze across the room until he saw a spiral painting hanging on the farthest wall. “I said I was a Domme, but I’m much more than that. I’m also a hypnodomme and I seem to recall you had a thing for hypnosis when you were young… that’s still there, right?”
“Most definitely,” he felt his breathing slowing down as he looked at the painting and the vigorous, luminous strokes enveloped his senses in a web of calming bliss.
“Something tells me you won’t need much convincing.”
“Agreed.”
While everything about Theresa screamed “high maintenance”, she could still be a good boss. He was going to love being around her practically 24/7, whether entranced or not.
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