Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
When I thought about it, I was surprised to see peaches here, much less anywhere outside of Inner Sanctum, one of the local dungeons. The South Fulton munch was a place for people to socialize among other lifestylers and Lord Aris and his harem weren’t really capable of getting outside the lifestyle. He thought it was a waste of time, except to collect more girls for his personal enjoyment. Ramesses and his mentor, Amenhotep, never could stand the guy. Hell, come to think of it, I hadn’t run into anyone that really held any affinity for the man, except for the subs that were with him. But in the interest of keeping harmony in the community, most people tolerated him.
Not exactly what I would do if I know the man ain’t worth two dead flies, but I digress.
Upon examining the situation further, I couldn’t recall in my limited experience ever seeing one of Aris’ slaves at a gathering where he wasn’t. Lord Aris was a controlling asshole, but women mistook his misogyny, control-freak attitude and lack of social skills for a commanding air of dominance, and they flocked to him like moths to a flame. He had to beat them off with a stick, which he loved. Hell, what man wouldn’t?
I took another sip of the tea and waited. peaches wanted to talk to me, but the protocol that she’s under prohibits her from speaking to a Dominant unless spoken to first. I should have respected that protocol as a courtesy to her Master, but I didn’t. In case you haven’t been paying attention, I don’t much like Aris, and he’d been clear and vocal about his disdain for me because of my association with Ramesses, nothing more.
So fuck him, and fuck her.
I let her sit there and make eye contact with the table while I waited for her to decide which was more important: Aris’ protocol or her need to talk to me. It was torture for her. Call it a sadistic side of me, but I enjoyed watching her squirm.
“May i speak, Sir?” she finally asked.
“Yes, you have permission to speak, slave,” I replied, following the proper etiquette that I had been learning from Ramesses.
“i can’t find Master. i haven’t seen Him in over a week and He’s not returning my phone calls.”
I shrugged. Like I give a fuck, it’s not my problem.
“Aris is not exactly known for letting his slaves down easily,” I pointed out. “Perhaps He’s simply just incognito for a day or two?”
“No one has seen him for a week,” she amplified, a slight bit irritated at my indifference. “He was supposed to have a session with slave maia on Thursday and he didn’t leave the key for her, Sir. I tried calling his work number and got the answering machine. I know he’s not your favorite person, and I understand if you do not want to, but can you find him for me, Sir? I know that you and Lord Ramesses are close, and he is an honorable Dominant, so I know that you are of honor as well.”
Damn. She pulled the card of my mentor out on me, which made the prospect of saying no even harder. Truth be told, I’m a softie when it comes to women who are in earnest need of help. Some habits never die; after all, I was a cop before. But now, I was a businessman, and a businessman gets paid for services rendered.
“slave peaches, the fee is one hundred dollars per hour, two-hour minimum, plus expenses which will amount to a least another hundred dollars. I don’t promise any results.”
I almost put my prices up enough to put her off. The key word is almost.
“Lifestyle discount?” she asked tentatively.
“Mind your place, slave,” I roughly answered, trying to sound like I knew what I was saying. Truth is, I really wasn’t sure if I was or not, but I didn’t care if I was being contracted; she was not about to lose her protocol just because I decided to help.
“Please forgive me, Sir,” she sheepishly answered. She colored a little, embarrassed, and pulled some money out of her purse. She counted out three hundred dollars in neatly folded twenties and fifties and put them on the table. I counted them and put them away and then put my notebook and pen on the table in front of her.
“I’ll need your Master’s home address and a list of all the sub-missives he worked with, as well as submissives that are currently under his charge,” I instructed her. Normally, I’d have asked about enemies, but with Aris, we might be talking all week. Besides, this was typical Aris; I’d probably find out that he’d gone to Vegas for a week or something like that, while he waited for the subs he’d chosen to get rid of to get the message.
“I’ll need your home info,” I told her. “I’ll send the contract to you there.”
“Could you go ahead and start looking today?” she asked. “Please, Sir?”
I considered making her beg. I’d enjoy that. She’d enjoy that. But this was a public munch. Discretion is the term that applies and Ramesses and Mistress Sinsual get very unhappy with people who make the vanillas squirm, and it’s not a pretty sight. The only nice thing about being “in the know” is that you aren’t actually an outcast. It’s hard to find the kind of women I like in vanilla circles.
I texted Ramesses to keep from drawing too much attention to peaches; it was difficult enough as it was, considering that she was wearing a skirt just short enough to cover her ass and a halter top and sandals. Not conservative, but she was a youngster and she knew she could show off her body and no one would complain… at least except those of the straight female persuasion, that is.
He texted me back about a minute later, telling me that I had the afternoon to handle business, but I needed to do a quick check at the Palace before the night was out. That gave me a few hours to do some preliminary work.
I put my smartphone back in its holster and told peaches, “Sure. I’m not doing anything this afternoon. I can at least get some quick follow-up done. If I figure out anything, I’ll let you know.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Known for his mind-twisting plots and unique prose, Shakir Rashaan rolled onto the literary scene as a contributing writer to Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 in 2012. His raw, vivid, and uncut writing style captured the attention of the Queen of Erotica herself, Zane. A year later, Rashaan made his debut with The Awakening, opening to rave reviews and a “recommended read” accolade in USA Today’s Happy Ever After literary blog. The follow-up in the Nubian Underworld series, Legacy, has garnered even more success, with its third installment, Tempest, poised to burn up the pages, making the series one of the most unique in the erotica genre.
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