Bossman's List

by Ashlee Price

  “Hello?”

  “It’s sir, little one. Always call me sir.”

  Her lips pressed together and she repeated the word. It was like magic to my ears, and I was already sure that I was going to like her very much. I didn’t usually like surprises, but Mariah was turning out to be a nice one.

  “I didn’t expect you to be tied up already, Mariah. I wanted to speak with you first.”

  She kind of nodded her head, but didn’t say anything more. “But since you’re already secured so thoroughly, I suppose that it would be a waste of time to do it again. We’ll have to make the best of the situation at hand.”

  “I’m in no hurry, sir.”

  I could tell that she wasn’t, or at least she wasn’t as scared as some girls that I saw for the first time. She didn’t exactly seem like someone who was experienced, and that intrigued me, because there was something about her calmness that told me she’d done this kind of thing before. The bit I’d read about her that fascinated me the most was the same thing that made me wonder how genuine she was. How could someone who looked like her, in a place like this, be the way she claimed to be? It just didn’t make sense to me.

  My hand moved lower on her thigh, and when I got to the knee, I made another line with my fingers on the inside of her smooth leg. She jumped when I got to her heated core and made an indescribably delicious sound. I pressed against her clit with my fingers and made her jerk again, setting me afire with her movement. She was going to be more fun than I could have imagined. Her body was so sensitive that I couldn’t stop myself from making her twitch a couple more times before I was satisfied.

  “You’re wearing too much, Mariah. I want to see that beautiful body of yours in all of its glory.”

  Again she just kind of nodded her head slightly, and I moved away from the bed. I didn’t use the whips that were provided by the club. I brought my own, because I knew them all well enough and my aim was perfect with the small tease sticks that I used. Today was the first time for us together and I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I would have to get to know Mariah before I could really release my talent on her.

  Taking the leather-wrapped stick, I smacked it sharply against her outer thigh and told her that I wanted her to respond when I said something to her.

  “You didn’t ask a question, sir.”

  She was smart-mouthed in her own way, and for some reason I liked the part of her that was still rebellious. I was going to love taming that part of her the most. It was a challenge that I was up for.

  “I didn’t ask a question.” The stick came down hard on her again, in the same place, and I got another reaction, although this time her hips moved a little, squirming in the bed underneath her. That action filled me with need and I looked down at her body. I had to see it all right this instant. I had to see if she was as wet as I hoped she was. It was one thing to take pain, it was another thing altogether to like it and get off on it. That was what I really wanted.

  Moving over her small body, I unhooked the back of the negligee and pulled it down her torso. Her breasts were large and full, pointing up towards me with the sweetest pink nipples I’d ever seen silently begging for some attention. Before I could stop myself, I was leaning down and taking one of the tips into my mouth.

  I was breaking all kinds of rules with her, but I couldn’t help myself. She was too beautiful to not touch in this way. I felt like I had to have her right now, but the information in the back of my mind tempered my need. I couldn’t have her in all of the ways that I wanted. There were limits and lines, and even though I was usually one to toe the line, this time I couldn’t.

  I nibbled on the other one a little harder, pinching the sensitive area between my teeth until I heard her whimper. Again her hips rose and she squirmed. She liked it better than when I licked and sucked. This was the woman for me.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  Her head was craned towards me, but the blindfold left her unseeing still. “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you want me to lick on them or bite them?”

  “Bite them.”

  “Sir.”

  “Please bite them, sir. I love the way your teeth feel on them.”

  I hadn’t expected that admission, but I can’t say that I didn’t like it. I did as she suggested and she moaned louder and wormed her body upwards again. My mouth and tongue moved down her body towards the black panties that covered up what I wanted to see most. I wanted to see if she was as wet for me as I was hard for her.

  When I moved to take her panties off, she finally hesitated a little. I know that she wanted to ask me what I was doing, but she didn’t. Instead she tensed up underneath me as I rubbed gently on her wetness. God, she was wetter than I would have thought possible, and I was almost overcome by the desire to slam myself inside of her. But I felt the barrier that I’d heard so much about, the one that I was most interested in, and stopped.

  I was at a loss for words. I hadn’t believed Elie because of her age and how pretty she was. It was hard to imagine how Mariah was still untouched, and even harder to imagine how she found herself here.

  This was the first time in a long time that I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I was always the one in control, and I still was now, but what I wanted I couldn’t have. I wanted her innocence before someone else got it. Right then, though, I wanted to see her face and her eyes. I wanted to watch her pleasure come over her face. I wanted her to see who was doing it to her. I wanted her to see me. These were all of the things that I needed, all at once.

  “I’m going to take the blindfold off of you, Mariah. I want to see those pretty blue eyes that I liked so much on the internet.”

  She didn’t answer me, but the tension was back in the lower half of her face. Did she wonder about what I looked like? That was the only thing that I could think of, and I actually cared for a moment what she was going to think of me. I wanted her to like what she saw, but I wasn’t sure if she would. What if she didn’t? The self-doubt was unfamiliar, and even though I was ready for the rest of the hour, I felt a little tension in myself as well. How would I handle finding the woman that I’d looked for for so long, and her not wanting me? It was a thought that hadn’t even crossed my mind before, but it was certainly bothering me now.

  The girl underneath me was getting impatient. She wouldn’t dare say anything, but I could tell it with ever movement that she made. She was not happy with me at all, and I had to wonder why. Mariah was definitely not like any of the other women that I’d met. She was into far more than most. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that she genuinely liked this kind of thing.

  “Are you in a rush?”

  “No, sir.”

  Mariah was still trembling underneath me. My own hands weren’t as steady as I would have liked as I removed the blindfold that was covering her eyes. When I pulled it back and she opened her eyes to see me, my insides melted and I wanted nothing more than to dominate the woman who was underneath me. Not just for tonight or for the hour I’d paid for. I wanted to dominate Mariah for the rest of my life. It would take that long to do it properly.

  “You look just like I hoped you would.”

  Her lips were pouty and her blue depths were unsure, but I wasn’t. I’d found what I was looking for. Just that quickly I knew and my long search was finally over.

  “I’m glad that I please you, sir.”

  Mariah wasn’t really looking at me, but past me at some fixed place on the ceiling. I can’t describe how angry that made me. It was white hot and came over me so quickly that I moved back before I even kissed her.

  “Why are you not looking at me?”

  Her eyes met mine and then moved away again. “I didn’t know I had to, sir.”

  “Any time I’m here with you, Mariah, I want you to look at me. You’re here with me, not with some other client.” Didn’t she know that I was special, just l
ike she was to me?

  She agreed, but I let the stick bite her side before I was satisfied that she’d really heard me and wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

  “Now what should I do to you, Mariah?”

  The sparkling blue eyes gazed into mine for a moment, but even as she looked right at me, she still wasn’t really seeing me. I wanted her to really see me for once. It wasn’t going to be enough to get part of her attention. I was going to get all of her attention, one way or another.

  “Whatever you wish, sir.”

  We both knew that she didn’t really mean that. What she meant was whatever I wanted that she’d marked down. It didn’t include all of her, and that was exactly what I wanted. I was going to have to find a way around that, and my mind was already trying to think of scenarios while I sought the key to making sure that she really saw me.

  Chapter 7 – Mariah

  My first real night of service at the club hadn’t been much longer than the time I’d spent getting paid to train with Elie, but I was even more sore and tired. When Elie asked me if I wanted to work every night, I told him that I wasn’t going to be able to. I needed a day in between to recuperate, and today was that day.

  When I stretched and thought of getting out of bed, my whole body screamed at me for what had been done to it the night before. I was sure that I was unharmed, but that didn’t take away the discomfort of now. Scott hadn’t been anything like I’d imagined, although he was a man that I was going to have to watch. I had a feeling that Scott was going to push for more if I saw him again. Last night had been my first time meeting him, and even then he found it hard to push it only a little.

  “Are you coming with us?”

  “What time is it?” I looked over at the clock, answering the question for myself. I was becoming a vampire. Half of the day was already gone. I’d slept far later than I was used to, but I had to admit that I’d needed it.

  “Yeah, where are we going again?”

  Sasha smiled and pulled me from the bed. “It was your idea. You said you wanted to check the place out now that you have a little money in your pocket.”

  Her reminder pushed me back to the night before. Scott had not only gotten me off a couple of times, he’d paid me far better than I would have anticipated. There was a set price, but he’d paid ten times that much. I didn’t tell Sasha how much he’d paid me, but I knew that it was a good tip. I didn’t know if I was going to see him again, though, so I wasn’t going to say anything unless he became a regular. I really hoped that he did, because my time with Scott had been some of the most pleasurable in my life.

  Scott had set the bar too high. No one else was going to be like him, no one would care as much to please me in the way that he had. I knew that I’d lucked out with him, and if I could keep him, I wouldn’t think that the job at the club was so bad after all. If they could all be like him, I would never want to go anywhere else.

  “That’s right. Let me just take a shower and I’ll be ready in a minute.” I’d been looking forward to the tourism idea, but now I was just tired and sore. A hot shower seemed like it would be just the thing that I needed to perk me up.

  It was, and about fifteen minutes later I was true to my word and ready to leave. Kimmie and Sasha were dressed in black, and I felt a little out of place in a white dress. It was short and summery. I didn’t see the point in wearing such dreary clothes when we could wear something short because it was nice out. I was still trying to get over how pretty the weather was all of the time. It was almost perfect in New Orleans, almost.

  “You sure are in a good mood, Mariah. I thought you were going to be stressed out, but look at you. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you had a glow about you. I see that the new job is agreeing with you.”

  I gave Kimmie a look. I wasn’t sure if she was joking around or not, but I didn’t feel the way I’d thought I would about working at the club. I’d thought that I would feel dirty and wrong, but it actually felt good. Elie had been interesting, but with Scott, I’d been fully pleasured and I knew that I’d pleased him as well. There was something that I got from that. The fact that it was a stranger just made it a little naughtier and made the reward that much better.

  “I guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think Sasha was right when she said it will just get better and easier over time.”

  “It does, Mariah, but some days I don’t want to go in.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I really don’t like all of my clients. I’m sure that you’ll have some that you don’t like as well. Most of the people I work with are great and I enjoy my time with them, but others I just don’t mesh with.”

  “Then why do you still see them?” I was under the impression that I could turn down anyone I wanted to. If that wasn’t the case, I needed to know now. Elie had made a lot of promises, some of them seemingly too good to be true.

  “It’s just not that easy. I want to keep Elie’s clients happy, so I’ll see some that the other girls don’t want to. I’ll still get paid, but those are the days that I would like to stay home, when I have to deal with the rejects. They’re shunned by the other girls for a reason.”

  Of course, she probably felt some obligation because she was dating Elie. I wasn’t, so I figured that I wouldn’t have that problem. That fact made it easier to push it out of my mind because I knew that it wasn’t going to happen to me. Sasha did it because she wanted to make Elie happy, but his happiness wasn’t all that important to me.

  “I don’t know if I could do it with someone I didn’t want to. Elie said I didn’t have to.”

  Sasha’s face changed and she smiled a little to reassure me that she was sure that I wouldn’t have to.

  “You’re going to be busy enough that you’ll have to turn some of them down anyway. I can see now that you’re going to be ordered a lot.”

  I felt like a Happy Meal all of a sudden, and I wasn’t sure that I liked the feeling. Scott had been someone that I wanted to see again, but I had to prepare for the rest. They weren’t all going to be like him. Scott was special. I didn’t have to be there a long time to realize that.

  “Well, I don’t know about all of that, Sasha, but thank you for hooking me up with the job. I needed it, even though I was being a prude about it.”

  She said it was no problem, but I could tell that she liked the thank you. Sasha had done a lot for me since I got to New Orleans, not to mention everything before that when we all lived in Coloma. She was a good friend that I was lucky to have, and she’d really saved my ass with this job.

  “I’ve missed this, all of us together. Has anyone heard from Kallie?”

  Kimmie told me that she hadn’t, but she’d left a couple of messages with her parents for when they heard from her.

  “I hear she’s dating some guy and ran off with him to Arizona. You know how she is. I’m sure she’ll show up sooner or later with a whole lot of stories to tell us.”

  Sasha and Kimmie agreed, but I still wished that I could see her too. Having us all together made her absence a little more felt. I missed Kallie as much as I’d missed Sasha, and I hoped that she could find her way down here soon. It was time for all of the gang to get back together, even for just a little while for old time’s sake.

  I pushed the thoughts of Kallie and Scott from my head. Today was what there was to think about, and after last night I needed a good day. Spending the day with friends, seeing all that New Orleans had to offer, sounded like the kind of day to make it all go away for a while. I would have tomorrow to worry about everything; today I just needed to pretend that I wasn’t working where I was and the money in my pocket wasn’t payment for letting some man beat on me.

  ***

  The next day, Elie called me around noon and told me to be in for five. He didn’t say much about whom or what I was going to be doing, but I had my hopes about who I wanted it to be. I wanted more than anything for it to be Scott. I was ready for some more of
his kind of play. I didn’t know if it would be him, but there was the hope that he would be my next client. Maybe he would like me so much that he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone else and would pay for me all of the time.

  That wasn’t reality, but it was sure nice to think about as I got ready for another night in the club. I stuck to the white, light dress that Elie had picked out for me. He’d told me that I would have to get my own soon, but if the client requested something particular, he was apt to get it for them to make sure that it was just what they wanted. Apparently he had a shopper who did those kinds of things for him. Her job sounded a lot better than mine right now.

  When I finally got to work, it was strange to be there in the daytime. It looked different than it did at night. The building seemed older than before now that I could see all of the cracks in the paint. There were no bright lights to keep my eyes away from what kind of a place it was. Even from the outside, it wasn’t a place that I would have wanted to go to a week ago. Things change, though, and I tried to look past all of that as I went through the blackout doors to my new life.

  The inside was as dark as always and it wasn’t any different than I remembered. I don’t know why, but that was a comfort for me, one that I had to hang on to. I was still nervous about who I was going to be working with today. I was going to have to talk to Elie about the amount of information I was given. If I was given more on the front end, I would be able to prepare myself better, especially as I got to know clients. Then I would know what they wanted me to wear, and then I would be able to mentally prepare myself more than I could now.

  But Elie wasn’t around long enough to talk before the client was there and I was told to go wait in the 8th back room. I wasn’t tied down this time, and I was going to take that as a good sign. Scott had said something about not liking the work already done for him.

  I waited for a little while. It may have been only a couple of minutes, but it felt like it was forever. I wanted to see Scott again so badly, but it wasn’t Scott who walked through the door.