Chapter 9 (Coming Home)
**The difference between hitting someone with a rock and a snowball is that it is harder to use a snowball as evidence.**
(It will be a bit slow in getting there, but I hope it will be worth it in the end.)
We entered the club with me wearing nothing special -- a comfortable dress jacket that I had worn throughout college, a grey sleeveless shirt, and black jeans. My shoes were designed for ease of removal (and putting back on). Danielle was awesome in my opinion. She had on heeled thigh boots, a short black skirt with crotch-less mesh panties on. Up top she had on a black bolero jacket kept in place by a single gold chain over the breast. She had no bra on. I liked her breast to hang free. I was making sure that Danielle felt as inspired by them as I was.
I was looking forward to spending some time working with Danielle and a few other peoples I knew she would enjoy, be they passionate or frightening.
"Wet already?" I whispered into her ear as I stood behind her, "Maybe I should make you a statue tonight while I have a little fun. Would you like that?" Danielle shook her head in the negative. I spanked her once, "that is your punishment for denying me," and another spank again, "and that is your reward for honesty."
"Stop," she whispered invoking our safe word so that only I could hear. We each made a half turn of our bodies so that we were no face to face. She drew her arms folded up against her chest between us. My arms were on the outside pinning her in. I didn't have to hear what she wanted. I dove in and kissed her slowly, languidly and fully. When I finally broke the lip-embrace I smiled warmly down at her. She rolled her hips against mine, feeling my hardness against her lower stomach.
"You really like being in control, don't you?" I teased her. Embarrassed, Danielle looked down. "Go get me a riding crop and be quick about it. As she turned to go, I put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. I put my hand down to her ass and pushed a line down the back of her panties along the crack of her ass. I traveled lower pushing one finger inside her and moving it around. Danielle gave this tiny little moan that I found to be such a turn on. I pulled the finger out and traced the line back up. I wiggled the finger round her anus and played with putting it in. Finally Danielle tried to back up on it, but I anticipated her move and withdrew. She looked over her shoulder at me confused and hungry. Then she looked past me.
I followed that gaze and saw two security types coming in my general direction.
"Go," I urged Danielle." She hesitated so I spanked her hard. She yelped and hurried away to find the riding crop.
"Sir, please come with us." It sounded like a courtesy, but it was clearly a command. I walked with them, uncertain as to how I'd fucked up.
They took me past the private rooms that were designed to fulfill all kinds of desires. I had to admire the sound proofing. We came to an L in the hall and we went up a set of stairs to what must have been the third level of the warehouse the club was a part of. The two security guys stopped at a door.
"Go in," the talkative one told me. I considered him talkative because his partner didn't seem to have a passing acquaintance with the English language, so that man who'd spoken two sentences earned the top billing. I went in. It was a large executive office space with a fish tank fitted into one wall and a large cherry wood desk which was clear save for the one computer monitor on it. The occupant of the high-backed chair had turned away from me. There were three other chairs in front of the desk that looked suspiciously comfortable.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Cullen," a female voice said. It was strong and assertive, sounding like that of a forty to fifty year old non-smoker. I took a seat and the woman turned around. It took me a moment to place her because I don't normally read political blogs or the local papers. She was the councilwoman from my district. She'd spoke at my High School when I was seventeen. The subject of that talk and her very presence here was a dichotomy. Rebecca Lawson was anti-crime, anti-drug and a bastion of high moral thought. She lectured to us on abstinence being the only way a good boy or girl could get by in life. She had made a name for herself in curbing prostitution throughout the city. Now all of that made more sense. She was the biggest Madame in town.
She was also attractive, looking forty when I knew she was almost sixty. Her hair was white with a hint of silver. She wore a white silk jacket with a bone colored dress beneath it. The strands of pearls on her necklace were a nice touch to the ensemble. It was hard to say what her dimensions were, sitting behind that desk, but her complexion was clean and the lines of her face clearly defined, almost hawk-like. I guessed she was a woman who took care of herself. I also got the impression that she ate punks like me for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with a side order of humiliation for the unlucky.
"Mrs. Lawson," I said by way of a greeting. I tried to remain nonchalant, but deep down I was terrified because now I knew exactly why I was here.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"I have good idea," I replied.
"Good for you. I want twenty-five percent." She was referring to the new business I was setting up involving the high-class ladies and prostitution under my family's control -- family being myself, Danielle (my Lover), Mom, and April.
"Deal," I replied instantly. There was no reason to even bargain. I knew where I was on the food chain.
"Well, you were very quick of to agree," Lawson smiled.
"You hold all the cards. You have the political influence that can crush me or protect me. You have the client lists and have a better idea of what certain people will need than I do -- for now. There is also the small matter of me being in your club, with your security at the door. You said twenty-five percent when you could have said fifty, so I'll take the better offer while it is still on the table.
Mrs. Lawson laughed at that. "She says you area a very smart boy, in some ways. How would you like to keep more of your money?"
"I would."
"I want you to take on and train someone important to me. I want you to take them under your wing and hold them close in all things. You will keep her, hold her and protect her over all others. Do we have a deal?"
"No."
"No? You haven't even heard the rest of the offer. You are looking at increasing your wealth by a hundred thousand dollars a year," Lawson stated.
"Not worth it. I have two people I hold close and protect. I can't do it three times and I won't give up either of the women I am currently with.
"Two? I thought there was only one?" she said keenly interested.
"Danielle and my Sister April; I love them in different ways, but I won't give up either one for money, or anything else that I can imagine."
"What if the woman was very beautiful and devoted to you already?"
"If she is devoted to me then she knows what my answer is and will be. I have to say no to your generous offer."
Mrs. Rebecca Lawson laughed a deep sound that spread over the room. I figured I was about to die, or I had done something right. This woman was a renowned hard-ass after all.
"She told me you would say that; almost those exact words in fact."
"One last offer, but this is a good one. How would you like to start being seen with my youngest daughter? She has avoided the spotlight the rest of my brood has enjoyed, but she is showing some desire to step up now. This would open all kinds of doors for you. You would become part of my family and under my direct protection. Opportunities in politics and business would be open to you," Lawson offered.
"Thank you, but no."
"She is very attractive. I am sure she would be a good lover to you, honest and obedient," the councilwoman added.
