Melinda explained, “All the other girls were so tall, I felt like a midget next to them. Usually, I have no problem with heels, but when the bartender told me to bring the drinks to the owners’ table, I got nervous. I’d only been working there a week and really needed the money. I got close to the table and this incredibly cute guy turns around and grins at me… and my ankle twisted.” She gave Eric a look that was heart melting.
“I ended up with Katie’s daiquiri dripping down my shirt, and the next thing I know the pixie’s on her knees licking it off of me.” Eric began laughing and Melinda turned beet red.
“I didn’t even remember to put napkins on my tray, and here’s the owner covered in strawberry goo. I was sure I’d get fired, and just thought of the first thing I could to clean him up.”
“Oh, she cleaned me up all right. Katie took one look at me watching Mel and said, ‘Edmond, I believe Eric has found someone as crazy as he is.’ Naturally, she was right. My lapping little kitten purred her way right into my heart,” Eric declared.
“Oh my god, what a sweet story,” Sasha said, and she wondered how the rest had met their companions. Actually, she began to wonder about the truth of how she and Darien ended up together.
Eric glanced at the clock. “Shit, we have to hurry. Our guests will be arriving in thirty minutes. Leave your shoes here and meet me upstairs.” Eric ran from the room.
The women began unbuckling their heels. “He always gets nervous on show night. Don’t worry. Once we start, he’s fine,” Melanie predicted.
They chased after him up the stairs to the theater. Eric’s nervous fingers fumbled with the gag. He quickly changed into his pantaloons and sash, and barely got the sheet tied over them when the doorbell rang. He guided them backwards and took a hand from each of them and put it against the wall. “You two okay?”
They nodded in unison, and he ran downstairs to greet his guests. Melinda and Sasha had already been slurping at each other’s mouths for fifteen minutes when they heard voices entering the theater. Sasha finally isolated Darien’s voice and a drip of arousal coated her thigh. It was impossible to make out his words, but she knew his steady, deep voice.
Several more voices joined in with the clinking of glasses and laugher, and from under the cloak Sasha heard Edmond and Katie. She thought she might have heard William, but had not spoken to him enough to be sure.
Sasha jumped a little when Eric’s hand touched her shoulder. “It’s all right. I get the jitters on opening night, too. Now, remember, real whip tonight. Make it good.”
They were led onto the stage and Eric began his speech. The sheet was ripped off and there was loud applause. Sasha was unprepared for the bright stage lights and she blinked her eyes to adjust. There was nothing to focus on but Melinda’s excited eyes. So far, the audience seemed to like the vision of the two girls attached to each other and ignored the weak monologue.
They were guided back to the frame, and Sasha noticed Eric’s nervousness had indeed calmed now that the play was underway. Melinda had aggressively started searching her mouth, and Sasha found between that, the promise of the whip and an audience, she was deeply aroused. She would have to wait to watch the tape to ever hear what the heck Eric was reciting to the audience.
There was a whistle and a crack, and it took Sasha a second to register the lash across her shoulders. Melinda and she shrieked at the same time and the audience applauded. ‘Cripes, that stung.’ Sasha saw Eric bowing out of the corner of her eye. ‘Good, I hope he does that each time to give me a breather,’ she thought.
Whistle, crack…burn across the middle of her back and another shriek. ‘Melinda must be going nuts.’ Sasha realized the whip was hitting Mel first and she was only receiving the residual lash. Thank god for the ring gags, or they would probably have bitten each other’s tongues off.
Whistle, crack…burn across the fleshy cheeks of her bottom. Sasha looked at Mel and was relieved to see she was not the only one crying. Mel told her later she had purposely avoided waterproof mascara for greater affect, and it was working, as the black streaks rolled down their cheeks.
Whistle, crack…burn across the upper thighs. Sasha jerked, forcing Melinda to jerk, causing the frame to rattle and the audience to applaud loudly. Sasha imagined Darien watching from his chair, and her pussy spasmed thinking about having his big cock inside her later as he told her how proud he was.
Whistle, crack…burn was accompanied by shriek and jerk now as Eric made his way down their legs and back up. The ten lashes were finally finished and Sasha felt the shackles unsecured. It took a minute to steady herself, and Melinda and she waited patiently for the gags to be removed. Melinda looked at Sasha and rasped, “God, I hope my face is as destroyed as yours is.”
Sasha laughed weakly, “Trust me, the blue of your eyes really shows off the streaks.”
Eric grabbed a hand from each and they took their bow, stepped back twice and forward to bow again. They did this four times before the applause died down, and Eric was thrilled.
“I’m sending our actresses off for a minute to compose themselves, and then they’ll be returning for the reception,” Eric announced.
Melinda took Sasha across the hall to the Master bedroom and they quickly donned loose gowns after removing the melted makeup and applying lighter fair. Melinda asked Sasha to help hook her formal collar. “This is so beautiful, Mel. I admired it the first night I met you.”
“They all design their own. No one has ever seen Darien’s.” She smiled warmly at Sasha. “I can’t wait ‘til the end of the summer. I know it’s going to look beautiful on you.”
“Thank you, Mel. I hope you’re right.”
“I’m never wrong about this stuff,” she said confidently. “Come, our adoring fans await our return.”
“Here they are,” Eric announced, sweeping his arm towards the door.
Everyone applauded again, and Sasha was surprised to see Ronnie’s smiling face. There were three couples Sasha did not recognize…and one other she did. Clara and Henry were applauding next to a grinning Darien. “Oh my gosh. Eric didn’t say you were coming.”
“Darien asked Eric this evening if it would be all right. You’re quite the actress,” Clara complimented.
“Thank you. Learning the lines on such short notice was grueling,” Sasha replied, and they all broke up laughing.
“Not too bad?” Darien asked.
“Mel put some ‘magic ointment’ on my back. Other than being a little sore, I can honestly say I’ve never spent a more unusual few days.” Sasha looked at Darien. “Thank you. I don’t think I ever would have taken the time to realize what a fantastic couple they are if it wasn’t for this.”
Now Darien was curious as to what Eric and Melinda did during their private time. As Melinda had mentioned, Katie and Ronnie only traveled back and forth between Darien, Edmond and William. He was the first one to send a sub to Eric for training. He thought he might bring it up to the partners. Maybe all three should be visited instead of choosing only two.
When Ronnie and Katie cornered Sasha to ask her what went on at Eric’s, she said, “Ask your Master’s to send you here for a refresher training course. Trust me, it’s an experience you will never forget and never discuss.”
Mel heard Sasha’s laughter from across the room and came bouncing over. She threw her arm around her shoulder and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“I just told Katie and Ronnie they really needed to come visit you.” She gave Mel a quick kiss on the lips. “I have had such a crazy time with you, Mel. Thank you so much.”
“If you had that much fun, when you get back next fall you’ll do one of the other skits with us.” Melinda’s eyes were wide with hope.
“If Darien allows it, I’d love to.” Sasha was surprised that she meant it. Melinda dashed off to ask Eric to approach Darien about it.
“Okay, now I’m intrigued. Melinda’s always been a bit of a pet to us,” Ronnie mused.
“You have n
o idea just how much of a pet she is,” came Sasha’s cryptic reply.
“I’m definitely talking to Edmond about setting me up over here. He’s going to be so busy at the club, we’ll have time,” Katie decided.
“Then I’m not being left out of the secret,” Ronnie vowed. “William…” she walked away to find her Master and try to arrange the special brand of ‘Eric’ training.
By the time the reception was breaking up, Kate and Veronica had scheduled their sessions with Eric. Sasha wished she and Darien would be around to see their skits, and Eric promised to record them for her.
Sasha headed back with Melinda to the pussycat room to collect her suitcase, and Melinda picked it up and placed it on the back of the overstuffed mouse. After she opened it she said, “Hold on a sec.” She brought back the Puss-puss suit and placed it inside. “Something to remember us by,” she said. “I’m so glad Darien sent you to Eric. We know the way we do things is different and not the strict regime they follow, and Eric knows that’s why he’s never chosen to train. Although he’d never admit it, I think it upsets him a little. The Masters’ feelings even transfer a bit to Katie and Ronnie. Don’t get me wrong, I adore them, but I’ve never shared their closeness. It’s like they feel they have something to offer that I don’t.”
“And now, they realize they’ve wasted a lot of time by not getting to know you both better,” Sasha supplied. “I thought Ronnie was going to claw Katie’s eyes out when she got the first appointment with him.”
“Eric is so excited. Getting all three to train in one summer has done a wonderful thing for his self esteem in front of the partners. None of them has ever taken on more than two that quickly.” Melinda got the far away ‘Eric’ look Sasha was beginning to recognize.
The two women hugged and kissed a passionate goodbye. Melinda said she could not wait for Sasha’s collaring when they got back. They walked back to the foyer and Sasha thanked Eric, while Darien held the car door for her.
When the front door closed, Darien pulled her into a hug, “God I’ve missed you.”
Sasha almost felt guilty. She was thrilled to be back with Darien, but Eric and Melinda had kept her so busy she had had little time to think about him. “I’m glad to leave the theater to Mel. Do you have any idea how crazy they are? I need a break.” She kissed him and began to climb over to straddle his thighs.
“We’re two minutes from home and I don’t imagine the steering wheel on those welts will feel too good,” Darien chuckled.
She reluctantly agreed, and they headed down the mountain.
CHAPTER IX
While Sasha started the shower, Darien opened her suitcase. He walked into the bathroom with the cat cap and gag. “What the hell are these?”
Sasha grabbed the gag. “Whiskers on,” she popped in the gag and watched Darien’s shocked face, and removed it. “Whiskers off,” she declared defiantly. “You have to have the proper outfit to be prowling all day,” she explained to his dumbstruck expression.
Darien almost slipped in the shower laughing as Sasha explained prowling and the pussycat game room. “Oh dear god, Katie’s going to love it, but Veronica? I wish we were going to be here for her play. I’m going to have to get Eric to e-mail it to us.” He pulled her close and the jets pulsed against her sore back. “Other than performing in public, I’m trying to figure out what value there was in this exercise.”
Sasha only had to think about it for a moment. “The partners and companions have been described as a family. Eric and Melinda are a bit eccentric. Most families have members like that, but most families don’t exclude them because of it. I don’t think I ever would have taken the time to know them or the extraordinary love they have for each other if you hadn’t sent me there.
“They don’t give a damn what other people think about their choices, as long as it makes them happy, and neither one of them tried to hide their proclivities around me. Mel told me Eric was panicked at first, trying to figure out if he should try to be strict, and she talked him out of it. I’m so glad. Not that I don’t think he could have ‘acted’ the part,” Sasha added. “If you want to know what value there was, I’d have to say I understand what a truly compatible couple with unusual tastes is able to accomplish together. I want the same relationship with you that Melinda has with Eric.”
“You want to prowl around the house with whiskers everyday?” Darien joked.
Sasha lightly punched his arm. “You know what I mean.”
Darien hugged her and helped her out of the shower. “Yes, I know what you mean. I’m actually feeling a little guilty about never watching one of his performances before.”
“You mean that wasn’t just for my benefit?” Sasha asked. Melinda told her that Eric liked to play act different scenes from movies and deliberately make them erotic. She was not sure that the whole spiel about the plays was not for her benefit.
“No, they do a play every couple of months. Edmond and Katie always attend, usually with William and Ronnie. I guess I never went because I didn’t have a date,” he mused.
“Well, you do now.” Sasha kissed him as he gently applied ointment to her welts. “I’d really like to go to them. It means so much to Eric, and Melinda would appreciate it.”
“Eric has already tried to book you for October,” Darien chuckled.
“That skit was wild. Did you see that gag he used on us? I don’t know how Mel managed to slide her ring into place. They were upset because it was the only all ‘back’ routine they had for three,” Sasha explained.
“He really puts that much thought into those acts? The dialogue sucked,” Darien chuckled as he led her into the bedroom.
“I stopped listening after the Siamese Twins were fed through pain. Mel and I decided to step up our acting and hope the audience wouldn’t notice,” Sasha giggled.
“I have to admit, the two of you kept us distracted from the weak plot,” Darien agreed.
Sasha climbed on top of him as he turned out the light. “Please don’t tell me no. I’ve missed you so much. She leaned forward and kissed him, trailing her lips down his chest until she reached his cock, then she licked up one side and plunged it into her mouth.
Darien reached his hands down and gently stroked her hair, feeling ready to explode. Sasha’s fingers fondled his balls as they tightened under her manipulations. Sliding up his body, her lips melted into his with fiery passion, and her body registered how badly it missed his warmth.
Sasha straddled his hips and lowered onto him in a slow steady movement, her slick moist channel waiting to be filled. She felt the familiar clenching begin deep inside her as a welt on her bottom settled onto his sack.
Darien cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples until they tingled. Her pussy issued another hot pool of juice, dripping between their joined bodies. Her core muscles pulsed with arousal and Darien flipped her over, forgetting about her whipped back. He drove into her in a relentless frenzy and she arched against him, emitting shallow pants and melding the pain from the lashes with her desire until he was exploding into her with an almost angry passion at being denied his climax for so long.
As his hot seed hit against her cervix she quivered over the edge, digging her nails into his back and pulling his hips against her with her wrapped legs, until the blinding passion of her orgasm left her weak and spent as he collapsed onto her.
Darien kissed her and rolled over, pulling her with him so her head once again rested on his chest. “How’s your back?”
“It needs a break. I’m glad William gets the front.” Sasha tilted her head to kiss him, and then nestled down to go to sleep.
After breakfast, they returned to the bedroom to dress. Sasha heard a strange musical chime from the nightstand and investigated until she found her cell phone. “Darien, how do I get messages off this thing?”
He shook his head and chuckled as he took the pink instrument from her, and she watched him enter a cryptic series of key presses before he handed it back to her. There
were three messages from Liz, and Sasha listened quietly.
“What’s up?” Darien saw the concern on her face.
“‘Finnegan’s’ burned down last night. Liz says it was after work and no one was hurt, thank god. She hinted around that she and Angie are looking for jobs, because I guess Tommy’s not reopening and summer is the only time they can work full time to save for school.”
“What about Beth?”
“She’s transferring with that guy she met at your club. They’ve been dating since then and he’s finishing his degree in Michigan.” Sasha looked up at Darien. “This means I won’t have a job to go back to.”
“No, this means you weren’t going to need a job in the fall, and it means I have to call Edmond. Meet me in the study when you finish dressing.” As he walked towards the door he turned and said to her, “Oh, and don’t call Liz back yet.”
When Sasha entered the study, Darien was just hanging up the phone. “So, what’s going on?” she asked.
“I think we can bring Liz and Angie into the club. We were letting one girl go for stealing, and trying to figure out who to put in charge of the waitress staff. Angie’s taking business courses, and Edmond and I want to give her a chance at it. Liz couldn’t be considered for the management position because she’s living with Paul, and generally we don’t encourage fraternizing between employees, but we’re willing to give it a shot. Neither of us feels they’ll collude to steal, and Paul’s been with us since Dallas. It just gets messy if there’s a break up. According to Edmond, Liz is down at the club helping Paul clean and put away inventory every day anyway. He’ll talk to her this morning.”
“That would be great. They’re both good bartenders and waitresses, and I’m sure Edmond will be pleased with them.” Sasha rubbed the end of her braid and stared at the carpet. “It seems that everything about me traps you.”
Darien watched her almost shrink into herself. “Sasha, what are you talking about?”
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