Bossman's List

by Ashlee Price

  “You look disappointed to see me, Mariah.”

  It was disconcerting to realize that he knew everything about me, but I didn’t know anything about him. “I’m not disappointed, sir. It’s our first time meeting. How could I be?”

  He chuckled a little, but I wasn’t getting the same kind of vibe off of him that I’d gotten off of Scott. The fear that I felt was not going away after meeting his gaze. There was certainly no skip of my heart when our eyes locked, not a good one anyway.

  The man in front of me was rather attractive. He was a little younger than Scott, it seemed like, but somehow he looked like he’d been around longer. I was sure that he didn’t take care of himself in the same way. His long brown hair was a little unkempt and his dark black eyes twinkled as he came near me. None of that was the problem. It was the malicious smile that I saw on his face that bothered me the most. Something was off about this man, and I could feel it deep in my bones.

  “It’s good to meet you, Mariah. I’ve waited several days for a taste of you, and I don’t think that I’m going to be disappointed. My name is Travis, and I have a feeling that we’re going to see a lot more of each other.”

  “Yes, sir.” What else could I say?

  Chapter 8 – Elie

  The phone was ringing off of the hook and almost every call was for one girl. Mariah was becoming more popular than even I’d thought she would be. It was a testament to a good profile, but I knew that it was her look and innocence that made her so popular. I was still tempted to try her again, but by now I was more worried about the percentage I made off of her than anything else. After a couple of weeks of her being here, I already had several men who wanted her all to themselves and were willing to pay top dollar for the pleasure.

  Scott Bahar had come up to me after his second time with her and wanted to talk about getting exclusive. I didn’t even know how that would work. Would I just charge him a flat rate? It was something that he was supposed to discuss with Mariah, but it seemed like he didn’t want to mess things up after being my client for so many years. After he got bored with the young blonde, he would be back.

  I told him that that wasn’t how it worked, so he settled for booking her a couple of times a week for the next month, which was the most I would allow him to. It was more often than he usually came, and I knew that it was because of Mariah. There was something special about her. I’d been in this business a long time, and even I could feel the draw to her, knowing what she was deep down.

  Watching her with other men was satisfying, even if it wasn’t all that I wanted to do to her. I got to watch others pleasure her in ways that I hadn’t thought possible. It was a bit more than I could handle, and after a couple of weeks of watching her, I was beginning to think that it was time for me to have another turn. This time, though, I wanted to see if she was ready to go to the next level. I ran a fetish shop, but there were baser needs that men wanted to satisfy with her.

  When I got her on the phone, I pushed all of those thoughts away and got down to business. “Hey, Mariah, how are you doing today?”

  “Pretty good. I thought I didn’t have any clients tonight? You told me yesterday that I would have the night off.”

  “You do, Mariah, unless you want to make some fast money. I’ve got a client who would like to see you if you’re available.”

  “Who?”

  I wasn’t going to tell her that it was me. “He doesn’t want to be named. He’s a little different than what you’re used to, the openness you’re used to with the clients you have now. This one wouldn’t say a word and would keep you blindfolded the whole time.”

  Her second question was one that I was debating. “How much?”

  I wanted to give her enough that she would do it, but not more than I had to. What was a night here worth to her?

  “A grand for an hour?”

  That was a high price, but one that I was willing to pay if I didn’t have to cut into her other days of profit. I wanted her for a little while, but she was worth more to me naked and tied up for someone else. This was just an indulgence. That was all this was. I wasn’t going to make a habit out of it.

  “Okay, Elie. What time did you want me in?”

  “As soon as you can, Mariah. I don’t want to wait.”

  I realized my mistake, but I didn’t try to explain it away. I would just put my foot in my mouth even more, so I wasn’t even going to attempt it. Instead I told her I would see her in a little while. Then my mouth went dry thinking about what I could do to her in an hour. The temptation was always there to just take what I wanted. But that would lead to many problems, and it wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. I needed Mariah to want me like I wanted her.

  Now it was time to prepare. I went to the back room and made sure that all of the cameras were on and everything that I was going to need was out. The hardest part was going to be not giving myself away. I was sure that Mariah had picked up a few things when she’d gone through training with me. That was the way it was for submissives, and I didn’t know what my tells were to avoid them.

  When Cathy told me that Mariah was in the front, I instructed her to put her in the back room that I’d prepared for her. I got in there a few minutes later, and Mariah looked a little surprised that it was me there.

  “I didn’t know that this was another training session, Elie. Do I need improvement? Because it seems like the clients are very satisfied when they leave.”

  “Oh, they are, Mariah. I’ve heard nothing but great things about you. It makes more men want to have a try, and this guy wants you bound up and ready to go when he gets here. We only have a few moments, so why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll put you on the wall?”

  I said it so casually, like it was no big deal, and to Mariah, it already wasn’t. She had adapted very quickly to this life, almost like she was born for it.

  “Okay. So this is a new guy?”

  I told her that it was and asked her if she was nervous.

  “Not really, Elie. I feel safe here, so I guess I don’t worry about it too much. I would like to get to just a couple of regulars, but I know that’s still a ways off.”

  She was starting to take her clothes off, and even though I was supposed to be paying attention to everything else, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the large rack in front of me. It was the first thing that I’d noticed about her, and when her tits were bare, it was hard for me to breathe. I just wanted to push my face into them and never come out.

  I was staring, but if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that Mariah was getting excited too. She seemed to move in a way that invited my looks. I couldn’t keep my gaze away, and I wanted to believe that it was what she wanted. I had to believe that or I might go crazy.

  “Are you ready for me to put you on the wall now, Mariah?”

  Mariah looked up at the shackles that were already in place and kind of shrugged. “It’s just as well. At least the wall keeps my circulation going. That bed can be hard on your arms and legs sometimes.”

  I nodded my head like I knew, but I really had no idea. I’d never been on the receiving end of domination. Once when I was younger I’d had a woman try, but I just couldn’t. I would never know what she felt when she was tied up and at the mercy of strangers.

  “Do you like it here?” Why was I asking? Was it because I cared?

  “I like it here most days. I make enough that the days I don’t like it, it goes by quickly and I just think of what I’m going to do when I’m done.”

  I wanted to ask her more, but the time was ticking and the naked woman was secured onto the wall. She was perfect. All I had to do now was blindfold her. Then I could have some play time with her and no one would have to know. I was still dating her friend Sasha, but I would have traded her in if I thought that Mariah would be okay with it. She wouldn’t be, yet, but I would do whatever needed to be done to get her to agree. I wished that she had a habit or something that would get her more subservien
t to me off the clock. If she did, I hadn’t figured out what it was yet.

  Leaving her there, I waited a little while until I was sure that she would think that her new client was there. I walked into the room ever so quietly and stood there staring at her for what seemed like forever. It felt like I must have wasted half of the hour doing that before I could even move another inch.

  Her milky white skin had a little color where she’d been out in the sun, but it wasn’t much and it only increased the number of cute little freckles she had on her chest and shoulders. Her tits were jiggling slightly with every breath that she took. She really was a sight to see, and I took several pictures on my phone for later. Mariah’s body was burned into my mind, so I kept them just in case. I never wanted to forget the way she looked right now.

  The need to speak was hard to fight against. I wanted to make her do things, things that I knew she would enjoy, but instead I was left to give her what I thought she wanted. I’d watched Mariah with Scott and saw that he’d pleasured her fully. It was something that I hadn’t done, but I’d seen my mistake. My mistake had been that I spent too much time on her pleasure center when she really just wanted pain. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I knew what she wanted now, and I had every intention of giving it to her just the way she liked it.

  ***

  “Thank you, sir.”

  I walked out, my whole body tingling with thoughts and needs that were still unfulfilled. I was starting to really understand why Mariah was so addictive. As soon as I was done with her, I was ready for more. It was the type of need that filled me up inside, and I couldn’t help but feel it.

  No woman had ever made me feel the way that she did tonight. It didn’t seem to matter to my body or my mind that she hadn’t known it was me. I would have thought that it would have, but it didn’t, not in the least bit.

  Going back to the office, I watched another girl go in and help her down. I didn’t want her to see me or I would have done it myself. She was sore. I could tell by the way she was rubbing her wrists. Mariah had made the most delicious moans and screams. It was something else that was burned into my brain that I would never forget as long as I lived. I already wanted more.

  After she left, I watched a little of the action going on in some of the other rooms, but I was bored with it. It was all the same. Even Sasha wasn’t showing the same sparkle she usually did. When she was done with her customer, I called her into my office and bent her over my desk. I didn’t tell her why I was so horny when she asked, just that I was. I would never tell her that I was thinking of her little blonde friend while I slammed inside of her from behind. I was cocky, but I wasn’t stupid.

  Pouring inside of Sasha did nothing more than take the edge off. I still wanted Mariah just as badly as before, but at least now I didn’t think I was going to go insane.

  “Where were you earlier, Elie?”

  Sasha was pulling her skirt up, and I admired the long, dark brown legs that were still exposed from our fucking.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean your car was here and you weren’t. I tried calling you for the longest time and I never got an answer. Where were you?”

  I shouldn’t have snapped at her, but I felt like she was getting uppity. She had to know her place, and I wanted to keep what I’d done with Mariah a secret. No one needed to know that it was me in there with her.

  “It’s not your job to know where I am. I thought you knew how this worked, Sasha. This is not how it’s going to work with me and you. I’m not going to explain myself to you, ever.”

  Her face crumbled, and I started to feel bad about the hard line that I’d taken with her. Sasha was a good woman to have around, but not if she was going to start playing the jealous girlfriend card. This was no place for that, and I wasn’t in the mood for it. I was never in the mood for that kind of behavior.

  “I’m sorry, Elie. I didn’t mean it like that.”

  She was already trying to get me to forgive her. I told her that I would, but she was going to have to do something for me. Sasha was always up for something new, and I had a client in mind for her who was going to take all of her experience to handle.

  Chapter 9 – Mariah

  “I just don’t understand why you have to be gone for so long, Sasha!”

  “It’s no big deal. Sometimes clients want you to go with them somewhere. I’ve been seeing Lawrence since I got here, and the price is right. I’m going to be on a huge boat for the next couple of weeks, and when I’m done, Elie says I won’t have to work for a week or two. It’s worth it to me.”

  I didn’t know whether this was normal. I couldn’t imagine going off with any of the guys that I saw. Well, maybe one, but I still wasn’t sure I would want to see what they were really like. At the club, the men got to be whoever they wanted to be, and we were whoever they wanted us to be, but in real life, I didn’t know if I could do it. There were too many games played for me to want to do it twenty-four seven. It would be exhausting, I was sure of it.

  “I know, I’m just going to miss you. Kimmie is gone all of the time, and anyway I can’t talk to her about a lot of the stuff that goes on at the club. She just wouldn’t understand.”

  “She understands more than you think she does, Mariah. Kimmie has done her own dirt as well. Now she’s doing something else, but she has done something like this too.”

  I hadn’t known that, but it didn’t really surprise me. All four of us were a little freaky. Kallie was just as bad as Sasha. Thinking of her made me ask if Sasha had heard from her. Those two had always been a little closer to each other because of how similar they were.

  “Have you seen or heard from Kallie?”

  “She called me the other day and told me that as soon as she gets rid of Tommy, the guy she’s seeing, she’s going to come stay here for a while. It’s going to be cramped…”

  “Are you kidding me? I haven’t seen her in so long! I’ll share a room with her if you want. That’s never a problem. Remember that time we all went to camp and stayed in that tiny cabin together? We could barely move around in there. Here will feel like a fancy hotel compared to that.”

  Sasha smiled with the memory, not to mention the fact that even as tight as those quarters were, we still ended up inviting boys over as well. The cabin was trashed by the end of our stay, and if it wasn’t for Kallie’s parents paying for the damage, we would have all been taken to court over it. Those were the days that I missed so much.

  “I just miss us all together, Sasha. It’s been so long, and I feel like we’ve all grown apart.”

  Sasha shrugged and told me that that was the way it was sometimes.

  “Not for us, though. We’ve known each other too long to let life get in the way. When Kallie gets here, I think we should all take a week off and go do something.”

  She laughed at me and asked me what we would do.

  “I don’t know, but something without men.”

  “Yeah, I think I can agree to that as well.”

  “Are you getting sick of the club yet? It gets easier, but it also can get mundane after a while.”

  “I’m not to the mundane part yet. I look forward to it most of the time. I don’t really like new clients all that much, but I’ve got a couple that I see every week, one I see a few times a week.”

  “I heard about Scott. That’s a good thing. If you could talk him into going exclusive, you could really get to a place that you didn’t even need to go into the club at all.”

  I thought of what Elie had said when we’d talked about it a little bit. He told me that it would have to be arranged so he still got money for it. He still wanted his percentage as a finder’s fee, whether I was actually in the club or not. Anything that I did with a client I met at the Fetish Club was part of my earnings that he got a chunk of. At first I hadn’t minded the percentage that he wanted. It hadn’t seemed like it was too bad, but the more I made, the more I started to realize the error of my ways. />
  “Well, Elie will still get his twenty percent, so there’s really nothing that I can do. Even if I did go exclusive with someone, there isn’t any point going somewhere else. If he’s going to take my money, I might as well make him work for it. That’s what I think, anyway.”

  I’d burst all of that out before I remembered that she was going out with him. I didn’t want to offend her, and I didn’t want it to cause tension between us, but I couldn’t stand Elie. He was a pervert, that’s all there was to it, and I tried to stay away from him. Not only was he not my type, but Sasha cared for him, and that made me feel bad about the ‘training’ session.

  “Sorry, Sasha, I didn’t mean to complain. You two have been great in helping me…”

  She waved me off and smiled. “Girl, he gets on my nerves too. Last week I asked him where he was and he just blew up. That’s why when I got the offer to go, I took it. I knew he didn’t want me to, not really, but I have to remember that we’re not really together. Not like that, anyway.”

  “It must be hard with him owning that place.” I thought about the training that he’d given me in the beginning. I knew that I would never want someone I was with to do that with anyone, let alone everyone I worked with. It was all just too intimate, and I knew I wasn’t enough of a grownup to do something like that, even if I’d wanted to.

  “You’ve got no idea. There are so many secrets, and I know that I don’t really even want to know everything. He has been good to me in some ways, but it’s not like this is love. This is something else. None of these guys can really ever love you.”

  “I had someone ask me to go exclusive. Well, two people actually.”

  “Don’t do it, Mariah, you’re just going to be setting yourself up for failure. What you have to get is that these guys want to own you, not love you. They’ll expect your undying love and affection, obedience, but you’ll never get what you need out of it. So if you’re going to go exclusive, make sure that you have fun with him and that he’s worth leaving the club for financially.”