At precisely nine o'clock, a forest green Bently pulled up to an eight-story high-rise apartment building. Greta appeared from the lobby and made her way to the car. An older gray-haired man opened the rear door for her. "Mrs. Tanner, you look stunning this evening.""Thank you, Mauricio." She pinched his cheek. He blushed. "How are you tonight?""I am doing well Maam.""I told you to call me Greta or my Queen. That will work for me, too."She climbed in. He smiled at her, shook his head, and closed the door behind her."HEY PEACHES! What do you think of my new dress?""Holy fuck, you look fucking hot. You are so lucky Caleb did not see you leave the house wearing that dress!""He bought it for me." Greta smoothed the silver dress out and then adjusted her breasts."Caleb bought you that dress? I am calling bullshit on that.""Well, I used his credit card to buy it. What about you? Where did you get that number?""Cole bought it for me.""In other words, you used his credit card?" Greta looked at her accusingly."We will be using his credit card all night. I think he forgot that I still have it.""Well, red is definitely your color. You look like the devil incarnate." She gave her an evil smile and bounced her eyebrows."I am not the devil. Unless you ask Cole, regardless, I prefer the word demon. The devil has too many responsibilities. I would rather do my own thing. Make crossroad deals and shit," Lena said with an equally evil smile."So where are we going?" "I want to go to Club Trinity." Greta raised an eyebrow, and the corner of her mouth curled up. "Really? Why there? Are you hoping to see someone in particular?""Why would you say that?""Because, as far as I know, you haven't been there in over three years.""Maybe. Maybe not. You are the one who thinks that I need to get laid." Lena winked at her.Greta picked up a bottle of Clix Vodka and two highball glasses. "Pregame?""I am always up for a little foreplay."She poured out a generous portion in each glass. "Cheers!" they said together, clinking glasses."God, this stuff is really smooth," Greta said, turning the glass in her hand and swirling the liquid."I would hope so. It's a three hundred dollar of vodka.""Three hundred dollars a bottle?" Greta started coughing."I am not getting a hangover from a cheap ass bottle of vodka. So, this will have to do.""This will have to do!" Greta exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. "You have more expensive vodka hanging around somewhere?""I have a bottle of Chopin Vintage Vault 30-year-old at the penthouse.""I gave a bottle of Grey Goose at home. It's about forty a bottle. That's my pricey good stuff. How much in the Choppin stuff?"Lena laughed and shook her head. "CHOPIN. Like the classical pianist. Let me put it this way. For what I spent on it, I could have bought eighty-seven bottles of Grey Goose.""Rich people are weird. I still can't believe we are friends." Greta took down the rest of the glass and shook it in from of Lena.She poured her another glass. "I worked hard for it. Remember, I used to work for the government, and I slept in the dirt and on dusty rooftops for days. My dad left me a three-hundred-thousand-dollar insurance policy which is what I used to start Major. Plus, my previous career was very lucrative.""Yeah. You really need to tell me more about that." Greta turned in her seat to face Lena. "I mean, were you like an assassin or something?""Not tonight. It's pretty intense, and some people think it's downright deviant. I will tell you I was not an assassin in my previous career. The less I talk about it, the less information gets spread, and my former clients will never tell.""Come on! I have been your best friend for three years! Can I at least have a--- clients? OH MY GOD!" "Were you a hooker?" she spoke out of the side of her mouth.Lena laughed. "I can also tell you that I was not a hooker either.""Ms. Baxter, we are here," Mauricio said, bringing the car to a stop.Lena smiled. "Guess we will have to pick this up another day."Mauricio came around the car and opened both rear doors. The girls stepped out with help from a nicely dressed man who had been standing by the front doors.Lena smiled at him. Thank you so much for the assist...?""Evan. And you look fantastic in that dress, and I love the shoes.""Thank you, Evan., I appreciate the compliment."Greta hooked her arm around Lenas. "Well, hey there, handsome. You coming inside?""Actually, I was on my way in.""Find us in a bit. She'll buy you some top-shelf vodka. We can do some shots.""I will do that," he said, giving Lena a wink.The line was about fifty people deep. The girls walked ahead straight to the door attendant. "Hey, Jordan. How are the kids?""Ms. Baxter! It's been a long time since we've seen each other. I heard about the divorce. Should I say I'm sorry to hear that or congratulations?""Congratulations will work. Where did you hear it from, if I may ask. Please don't tell me that Cole has been here.""I wouldn't let that piece of shit in this club. I never did like the way he treated you. And I heard it... let's say through the bouncer grapevine. We love gossip too. Some of the shit I know can put a few people in prison." He smiled. "Have a good night, ladies. And you two look absolutely stunning. I like the red." He open the door and let them in. It was busy inside the club. The music was thumping, laser lights swirling around the room, and the faint scent of Vanilla filled the air. Why? Vanilla is known to be a sensual aroma."Where do you want to go first?" Greta asked in a loud voice.Lena took her hand and led her to the back of the club. They went through the crowd and ended up in the VIP area. She tapped a man's shoulder, and he turned around."Is that my Mistress Lena!" the man exclaimed. He took her into his arms and hugged her tightly. He was a tall man with olive skin, chestnut brown eyes, and messy yet perfect black hair. His jaw was square, and his nose, though a little big, fit his face perfectly, being of Greek descent."Stephan, I'm just Lena now.""Not to me. You will always be my Mistress Lena," he whispered into her ear. "I miss you. Can't you make an exception and come back? I will pay you triple for one more time—just one hour.""Do you not like Lady Heather?""She's okay. But she's not you. You were my first." He smiled and wiggled his brow.She kissed him on the cheek. "If I did it for you, I would have to do it for the others who have asked me the same thing. I just don't have time, and as I am not ashamed of what I used to do, I really don't need it getting around. Okay?""Just know it was the best fourteen months of my life. I would give you five stars.""Thanks, you. Can we come in? I would like to have a discussion with my girl Greta without shouting.""Of course. You are always welcome!" He took Greta's hand and kissed the back of it. "You are very, if I may say, tasty looking."Greta blushed. "I do not mind. Thank you for that. I just had a baby a few months ago and have been feeling a little down on myself."He stepped back and took her in. "I call bullshit. Now, the more important question is, is baby daddy around? Because if not I would like to put my application in for the job."She blushed again. "I do have a husband. He's a Marine and---"He held his hands up, palms out. "Forget I said anything. Tell him I said thank you for his service. Now, come on. Go sit down I will have some champagne sent over.""We have already started out with vodka. I don't want to mix.""Top shelf it is. I will send one of the girls in to set up bottle service." He looked at Lena and shook his head. "Mistress Lena." He kissed her cheek and walked off.Greta turned to Lena. "Spill it!""I really don't want to get into it tonight.""How can you say that Mistress Lena?" She teased.She took a deep breath. Just as she was about to spill the T, a cute little blonde came over with a tray: a bottle of Beluga Vodka, two highball glasses, four shot glasses, limes, oranges, lemons, salt and sugar, and a bucket of ice."Hi, ladies. I am Natalie. I will be your server tonight, and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." She smiled.Lena reached into her small clutch purse. "Here. Take this and go put it in your locker right away. And if you could get us some kind of appetizer to help us soak up all this alcohol, we would appreciate that. And..." She pulled out a credit card. "Please open a tab for us.""Everything is on the house tonight. And he told me to tell you that if you try arguing with me about it, I am supposed to say... suck it up, Buttercup."Lena laughed. "Did he now? Okay. Tell him I said, yes sir, I will comply."Natalie turned her head and looked at her. She had a confused look on her face."Trust me, he will know."Natalie laughed. "I'll pass on the message."Lena handed her the bills she had pulled out of her purse. "Appetizers. If it's on him, let's get one of everything." The three of them laughed.Natalie turned away. When she was about ten feet away, she exclaimed, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" She walked off, eyes wide, with a huge smile on her face."What did you give her?" Greta asked, preparing four lemon drop shots."I just gave her a tip."Greta handed her a shot of vodka in a shot glass that was rimmed with sugar and a lemon wedge."Saluda!" They toasted together."How much did you give her?" Greta went to take her shot."Four hundred."A fine mist of vodka filled the air. She wiped the vodka that had fallen on her chin. "Holy shit Lena! Four hundred! Isn't that a bit much?""Why? I can afford to. And now we are being comped the entire night. Spread the love.""I LOVE YOU! You never spread the love with me!""Seriously?" Lena took another shot and then set up orange drops."You are a saint."Lena threw her head back and laughed. "I am the biggest sinner in the tri-state area! I am doing my penance on earth."Natalie came back with a tray full of appetizers and a huge smile on her face. "Here you go, ladies!""Thanks, my dear!" Lena returned her smile.They ate great food, sharing some with three other girls who were sitting in the section with them. They went through 2 bottles of vodka in under two hours. They were drunk. Very drunk."TIME TO DANCE!" Greta said, throwing her arms up."WHOOO! LEAD THE WAY GRETEL!" Lena shouted."FOLLOW ME HANSEL!" Greta said, taking her hand and pulling her to the dance floor.The dance floor was crowded. The five girls snaked their way through the crowd to the center of the room. Stephan was beta testing a new app where you can text the D.J. your song choice. The app calculates how many requests for a certain song come in, and he plays them in order of popularity."WHAT SONG SHOULD WE REQUEST?" Lena shouted."SOMETHING SEXY!" the girl named Jolene shouted back.They all stood there for a few seconds. "OH, I KNOW!""WHAT?" one of their new friends Cara asked."JUST WAIT! HOPEFULLY, HE WILL PLAY IT. GET READY TO ROLL YOUR HIPS, SNAKE YOUR BODY, AND HOPEFULLY GRIND ON A HOT GUYS DICK!" Greta shouted at the little group.Jolene's eyes opened wide, and she didn't blink."SORRY. IT'S KINDA JUST HOW WE ARE!" Lena explained.A couple of songs played. The girls danced, jumped, and sang along to the words. Then, the D.J. announced the next song."THIS IS A SPECIAL REQUEST TO HANZEL FROM GRETEL. WHY DON'T WE ALL GO DOWN TO THE BODY SHOP.""OMG YES! YOU KNOW THIS IS MY FAVORITE SEXY SONG!" Lena yelled and high-fived her friend.'Lucky, lucky girlShe got married to a boy like you.She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew.'Bout all the shit you tell me that you do,Dirty, dirty boyYou know everyone is talking on the scene.I hear them whispering about the places that you've been.And how you don't know how to keep your business clean.Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot at the body shop doing something unholy.'The girls danced to the slow rhythm of the song. Their movements can only be described as hella sexy. They slowly dropped low and then made their way up. They rolled their hips and put their arms in the air. They gyrated their hips opposite their arms. It definitely was a sexy dance for a sexy song.Lena felt a body press up behind her. They gripped her hips and pulled her into them. She turned her head and saw Evan behind her. She smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she put her arm around his neck while her back was pressed to his chest. Like Greta had suggested, Lena rolled her hips slowly so she was grinding against his crotch. If she didn't have her three-inch heels on, she wouldn't have been able to line up with him. Ironic since he complimented her shoes. Now he is reaping the benefits of them. She felt the hard bulge pressing against her. He ran his hands over her stomach till he reached her breasts. "You have amazing tits. Are they real?""Why don't you find out for yourself."Evan slid his hands up the red silk and cupped her breasts. He felt her nipples harden. "Fuck. They are real... and perfect."The heat between her legs was undeniable. She was wet. It had been a long time since she was touched with reverence. She turned around to face him. Evan had curly blonde hair had beautiful blue eyes. She ran her hands down his chest and felt the curves and ripples of his chest. She put her hands up the back of his shirt. His skin was warm and smooth. His back muscles flexed with each movement. He put his face close to hers. He smelled like whiskey. He put his hand on the small of her back and pressed her to him like she was trying to meld with her."You are so fucking beautiful, Lena."She looked into his eyes. "How do you know my name?""I asked Stephan. He told me ALL about you."She looked nervous. "How do you know Stephan?""Let's just say we have the same extracurricular activities.""Oh, really?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.He ran his hands up her curves. His hands grazed her nipples. She felt her body tense under his touch. It had been over six months since she had felt a man's hands on her. She wanted him. She needed him. She craved him. "So, these extracurricular activities. What are they? Pickleball? Wine collecting? You look like someone who would collect expensive watches."He smiled. "That last one is very random."She pulled his wrist. "Well, look at that. So, what brand of watch is this? Is it your only watch?"He blushed and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't say anything. He just smiled."I take that as a no, and I know that is Tag Heuer. So, am I right?""Technically, I never looked at it as being a collector.""How many do you have, Evan?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair and scraping her nails on his scalp. He shivered at the feeling."I don't know." His eyes were closed, and he was rolling his neck.She took a handful of his hair and aggressively yanked his head back."Tell me, Evan. How many?""Oh, fuck." He didn't know how, but he grew even harder. His cock was starting to ache. "I guess about a dozen.""You guess? You mean you're not sure what you have? Then how can I be sure what you want, Evan?"She pulled even harder, straining the follicles on his scalp. It was painful, but it felt amazing to him."Do you know what you want, Evan? What do you need?" She ran her tongue up the center of his neck. She traced his Adam's apple, under his chin, till she came to his bottom lip. She took it between her teeth. She sucked on it and bit down with a little pressure. When she released him, he spoke."I have sixteen watches. But please don't make me tell you what they all are because I don't know.""Sixteen. You sound like a collector to me. So, tell me. Is that what you and my dear friend Stephan have in common?"She looked into his eyes. Hers were squinted ever so slightly, and her look was serious and a little bit scary.He looked into her eyes. "I was told not to talk about it, Mistress."She released his hair and gave him a sly smile. "In that case, I need you to do something for me.""Anything. Let me serve you. Let me be your toy." The excitement in his face was undeniable. She took him by the throat, her fingers under his jaw. She looked into his eyes. "Fuck me.""Now? Here?"She grabbed his crotch and squeezed his balls. He flinched with pain. Sweet, glorious pain. He let out a pained, pleasurable moan."Here and now or nowhere ever.""I will go wherever you lead me, Mistress."She crashed her mouth to his and kissed him with a lust she hadn't felt in years. She pushed her tongue between his lips. She grabbed the back of his head. She sucked on his tongue and bit down on it until she heard him whimper."I know somewhere we can go," she said against his mouth.He swallowed hard. He nodded his head enthusiastically. "Whatever, wherever. Just tell me."She grabbed him by the shirt and started to drag him through the club.******************************************Dylan saw her walk in. "Holy fuck." He stared at her in the sexiest red dress he had ever seen. He recognized the woman next to her. He knew it was her assistant. He watched as she wove her way through the crowd towards the back of the club to the VIP section. He slowly made his way, trying to follow them. He was stopped halfway there."Hey, I heard it's your last night," Evan said. "Aren't you going to miss all the free pussy?""Yeah, I got a new job. I am going to miss this place. Not as many hot women where I'm going. But the pussy where I'm going is top quality.""I feel ya. I saw two of the most beautiful women outside. The one was wearing this red dress. Jesus Christ. If I could just have ten minutes with her."Dylan felt a spark of jealousy beginning to burn in him. He clenched his jaw. "I think I saw her. She's way out of your league.""I don't know. Her friend invited me to find them and have a drink with them. I am definitely going to take her up on that offer.""Really?"He slapped Dylan on the shoulder. "Really. Good luck with the new job. Don't be a stranger. Now, I am going to find the lady in red. I've got a good feeling about her. And I bet she feels really fucking good"It took every ounce of restraint not to throttle Evan into the wall. Just the thought of him touching his Tesoro enraged him. "Fucking prick," he said under his breath. He continued making his way back to the VIP section. He saw her talking to Stefan. He positioned himself around the corner as close to the entrance of the room as he could get without being seen."Is that my Mistress Lena!" the man exclaimed.Mistress Lena? What the fuck? I guess she was telling the truth when she said that she had changed. I would love to find out exactly what she meant by that."How long has it been, Stephan?" Lena asked, pulling out of the hug. If she didn't, he would have never let her go."Two years, eleven months, and three days. But who's counting?"She let out a quick laugh. "You, apparently.""What do I owe the honor of your presence? Please tell me that you are back.""You wish. No, I had a rough day. I need a little liquid relaxation."A rough day? Let me guess. Is it because of me? It's not like I knew she was the owner of the company. I would have never taken the job if I did. I mean, it's not exactly easy for me either.Stephan invited her into the VIP room and told Natalie that everything they had that evening was to be charged to the house. He then added that if she tried to argue with that, she was to tell her to suck it up, Buttercup. That's my Lovely Lena.After Natalie had dropped the food, he decided to take his chances and go to the doorway to work the room security. He was able to take a spot about ten feet from her and Greta with his back to them."Are you buzzed enough to start spilling the deets on this whole Mistress thing?""I am a little past the point of buzzed. I'm drunk, Gretel. And horny. God, you are so right I need a good fuck." Oh, for the love of Christ. She going to fuck Evan. I just know it. "Well, I mean, there were those few months in college, but---" Lena cut her off. "I guess I can tell you a little bit about it. You can't tell people. I can't let it get back to Cole. This was after I had Asher, and I don't need him to get any ammo that he could use against me. He is trying to get visitation rights, and I don't want Ash anywhere near him or his little hussy?""Did you just really use the word hussy?" Greta doubled over and laughed."I am not a big fan of the word cunt. At least the American meaning of it.""Seriously? Is there a good meaning of the word?""In the U.K., it's better to be a cunt than a wanker."Greta furrowed her brow and slowly shook her head. "You know the strangest things.""I am a fountain of useless knowledge. I am a force to be reckoned with on trivia night!"We won many prizes when we did trivia nights. Good times."I have what's called my Cunt Club. There are three members. You have to really be an awful person to make it in the club.""Would I know anyone?""Well, the cunt that I caught Dylan with. She is the founding member. She ruined my world.""But the hussy isn't a member?""Cole and I were over a long time ago. We were great in the beginning, but I think when the lust faded, we were left with nothing.""You weren't ever in love with Cole?""Greta, there are three kinds of relationships: those fueled by lust, those fueled by like, and those fueled by love.""Okay. What is the difference?""Lust is when you can't get enough of each other. You must be together every second of every day. But like anything else you have, you get tired of it every day, and after a while, you don't even want it in your life anymore.""Like eating at McDonald's every day.""Exactly. Ever see Supersize Me?" Lena made a disgusted face."Yes. I didn't eat McDonald's for two years. How else would I have gotten this body?""Like is when you could see them or not see them. Like when you're in high school and you can't spend a lot of time together. You might kiss in the hallway, but you can't spend every day together, and it's not a big deal. But when you can see each other, you do. And love, real love is when you want to spend every day with the person, but if you can't, you find a way for the love to survive. When you're in the military, you will quickly find out if you are in lust, love, or like.""Dylan?" Greta asked, popping a breaded mushroom in her mouth. He leaned back, straining to hear her answer. She took a deep breath and it out before answering. "Dylan. Fuck. Dylan was one hundred percent unrequited love. In fact, he was my only love. I died that day I caught him. I have never been the same."I know I hurt her, but she never let herself love again? If she would just have let me explain. "So I decided that I was going to be in charge. I decided that I love the feeling of being in control. I love letting a man bend to my will. My clients, which is what they were, clients, where almost always men who had crushing responsibilities on their shoulders. Lots of CEOs. cops, firemen, doctors, mainly surgeons. They all loved having someone telling them what to do. They didn't have to make the choices the choices were made for them. They were the ones who loved the pain. A lot of them were husbands who were in horrible marriages who felt nothing anymore. They just wanted to feel something, and they gained pleasure from it.""So, what? Whips and chains?"She let out a laugh. "Not me. I was a kinder, gentler dominatrix. I didn't use whips or chains. Silk scarves, soft ropes, and hospital restraints were the best. They didn't leave marks and stood up to a lot of moving.""Handcuffs?""No! Haven't you ever seen Gerald's Game? No. Too many variables. Too many things can go wrong. I used painter's tape instead of ball gags or duct tape. Duct tape will rip the skin right off your lips. I did use a rider's crop. Only if it was requested. You would be surprised how many men liked their cock's hit with one of those.""Did you use safe words?" Greta was highly interested in everything Lena was saying."I used a red, yellow, and green system. Red meant stop. Yellow meant to ease up a bit. Green meant perfect. When they were unable to speak, it was a tap-out sort of thing: one, two, three.""Did you have sex with them?""Intercourse? No. There was physical contact. Why would I do something that I didn't find pleasing? Clients had to be tested regularly. And I did too.""Physical contact?""Basically, everything but actual intercourse. And I never performed oral on them.""But they did on---"She cut her off. "Yes.""Okay, don't take this wrong way, but wouldn't what you were doing be considered...""A whore?" She let out a laugh. "You can say it. No. This wasn't about the sex. This was more of a therapeutic venture. Not that I took health insurance."Greta spit out the water she had just taken a sip of.Dylan chuckled too."What was the most requested thing?""You know, everyone is different. Some like to change it up, and some like to do the same thing over and over.""What was your favorite thing to do?"She considered for a moment the look of concentration on her face.He leaned in a bit. He was curious to hear her answer."Sensual massage. You should do it to Caleb. Just let him come. I never let them come. It was painful to them. It's called edging. I mean, I would let them at some point, but never during the sensual massage.""Okay. What is sensual massage?""Well, first you---""Hey, ladies! Do you need anything or more of something?"OH, COME ON NATALIE! YOU HAVE THE SHITTIEST TIMING GIRL!"Sure. Let's get another bottle and a few more shot glasses. I want to ask those three girls down on the other end to join us.""Oh, that sounds like fun!" Greta said, waving at the three women.When he heard them decide to go out on the dance floor, he waited a couple of minutes and then made his way up to the catwalk. There, he could look down at the bar and the dance floor and survey the entire club. Of course, he wasn't looking at the entire club. He was looking at the beautiful woman in the red dress.He watched as she danced with her friends. He loved seeing her so happy. The way he remembered her was when she walked into the apartment and saw him fucking the lieutenant on their couch.