AmbrosiaCaress
Phoenix Rising!!!
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"I'm sorry Miss Sable" She required all her employees to call her Miss Sable. For her, it was a sign of respect, and she demanded respect. It was also a sign of the small, but important fact, that she was the Boss, without question. She demanded loyalty, and she paid damned good money to get it.
To say she was "unhappy" with the current turn of events did not even begin to cover it.
It took Sable a long, long, long time to trust anyone. Really, she did not trust ANYONE completely. But Ben Stephensen, her current, and about to be former Bodyguard, was one of the people she had begun to trust. He had been with her for 4 years. Since the beginning of her career actually.
Her career.
Sable Gem, 25 years old, and currently one of the biggest stars on the planet. Her last 3 movies had all been huge blockbuster hits. She was wanted, desired, for almost any movie role. Studios begged her to come work for them. Directors begged her for a mere cameo if nothing else. Other stars implored her to take a part in their movies, thus guaranteeing it would be a hit. She was a wanted woman. A HUGE Star.
Never mind that she was unconventionally beautiful. One would think, if having not seen her, that she was the classic movie star beauty, the blonde bombshell like Pamela Anderson had once been. Or maybe the girl next door prettiness that was Emma Stone. But Sable was neither of those things. She was striking. With a mane of midnight black, and it was natural, NOT colored, and eyes as dark to match. Her skin was flawless, smooth, silken. Her body, so close to perfect. And, she had talent. ALOT of talent.
Sable:
Right now tho, she was leveling those intense dark eyes at her about to be former Bodyguard, Ben. No, he hadn't done anything wrong, other than fall in love and get married. And now his wife had the audacity to get pregnant. PREGNANT! Sable could only shake her head. What the hell had he been thinking. But, it was done, and the baby had arrived. Little Sally Stephensen. Sable almost cringed at the name, but she kept her mouth shut on that. It wasn't the baby's fault she got saddled with such a horrible name. But now, Ben was unable to travel, unable to meet the "always available" requirement that went with working for a Star such as she was.
SHIT.... This meant she needed to hire another Bodyguard. The thought just, well, pissed her off even more.
"Sorry does not even begin to cover it Benjamin" She always used a person's formal name when she was unhappy with them, which, let's be honest, was most of the time. "Just take your final pay and go, we are done". She was not about to get all maudlin over this. Go, get out, she was done.
Ben knew that look. He often wondered just what it meant, but in his 4 years with her, he had learned to read her somewhat. Not well, she was good at hiding her feelings, among other things. But he knew there was something, he just could never put his finger on it. He had found some, let's just call it paraphernalia, that lead him to believe that she enjoyed some of the more "extreme" aspects of sexual gratification. He knew she was not a virgin. He had escorted more than one "gentleman" from her hotel and/or home. But Ben was a good man, and just kept it to himself. Who was he to judge. But, truth be told, he was kind of glad his "relationship" was over with Sable. Kristie his wife never cared for her, and with Sally in the picture... yeah, it was time.
She took more than an hour to get her anger under control before summoning her assistant Bethany. "I need you to screen and hire a new Bodyguard. You know the drill, you know what I need, see to it and get it done NOW. I'm due in New York City next week and I need him there" "Yes Miss Sable" Bethany nodded. She had been working for Sable for 2 years. She knew what was needed, and the agency they used was reputable, never mind the fact that to work for Sable Gem, well she'd have a man in place within 24-48 hours.
After dismissing the girl, Sable poured herself a drink. The urge was there again. Gnawing at her. "NOPE" she shook her head almost violently. That urge always seemed to manifest when something upset her and this, her Bodyguard leaving, this upset her.
"NO" she again intoned, taking "that" tone of voice, as if demanding to be left alone. But she already knew, she was going to have to do something.
She was angry enough over Ben leaving to take it to the Club...
The Club... Club Whipping Post...
This was a well known BDSM club in the Center of Los Angeles. Many celebrities frequented this Club, celebrities that obviously did not care about their image. Or thought, being seen here would maybe enhance their image. They actually were making fools of themselves, at least in Sable's opinion. They never "did" anything there but gawk at the "real" patrons and what they were doing. Sable would never be caught DEAD there, well, she would never be "caught".
She had a reputation, of being charismatic, intelligent, witty, easy to approach, easy to talk to. Her fans LOVED her. The Country LOVED her. Hell, the World LOVED her. If they ever saw this side of her, the fallout would be... catastrophic. Never mind she would be humiliated to her core and that, that... she was not sure she could even deal with that. To say that was her worst fear.... But, she also "needed" to do this, to keep her "demons" at bay.
The good thing about Club Whipping Post was the fact that it was not unusual to be masked while there. It often heightened the thrill, the mystery, the allure, the depravity of what the Club, and what went on inside, was all about. Sable always went there masked, and alone. No one knew she frequented this "establishment" Not Ben, not Bethany, no one.
Tonight was a night she would need to visit the Club. To satiate that hunger inside her. And to quell the anger that Ben had left and she was going to have to deal with a new Bodyguard. Just the thought ......
Dressed all in black, she was a sight to behold. Her raven mane braided down her back, the top she wore, clung to every curve leaving little to the imagination. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Hung from her hips a long black skirt, that met with her spiked heeled ebon leather boots. And, as always, the black mask that hid her face, other than her eyes and lips, eyes as dark as a moonless night, lips, glistening moistened pink.
As she stepped in, it was relatively "quiet" it being a Sunday night. That was OK by her. She could concentrate better. In the darkness, her gaze fell upon Jerry. Jerry was a regular at the Whipping Post. He was submissive, very very submissive. That was what Sable needed. All she had to do was whistle loudly enough and Jerry heard her. He was at her feet in an instant, bowing to run his quivering lips over the leather of her boots. "Mistress" he purred. Sable let her own eyes close for a moment before she stared down at him. "Dante's Room.. Now" .....
By the time she had finished, Jerry was whimpering, crying and begging for more. No, she had not "hurt him" that was not what this was about. The pain he had felt and was still feeling was what he wanted, what he needed. Sable, her breath catching every time he moaned, begged, orgasmed and begged for more at her feet, felt her own hunger begin to wane, for now. As if she were "living, feeling" thru him. And no, she did not fuck the pliant Jerry. His orgasms can via manual manipulation or toys and nothing more. This was not about "fucking" for Sable. She could never bring herself to fuck a submissive.
But, she was not sure how long this would satisfy the craving.
Once back home, she drank, a bit too much. It was nearly 5am when she fell asleep. When Bethany checked on her at 10am, Sable demanded to be left alone for the day, "demanded" being the kind way of saying it. She nearly brought Bethany to tears. "I'll tell her about the new guy tomorrow" she said to herself. She knew better than to bother Sable when she was like this. Losing Ben had really done a number on her, but then again, any kind of change really did a number on her. "She really needs to find a man" Bethany reasoned to herself.
Oh if it were only that easy......
To say she was "unhappy" with the current turn of events did not even begin to cover it.
It took Sable a long, long, long time to trust anyone. Really, she did not trust ANYONE completely. But Ben Stephensen, her current, and about to be former Bodyguard, was one of the people she had begun to trust. He had been with her for 4 years. Since the beginning of her career actually.
Her career.
Sable Gem, 25 years old, and currently one of the biggest stars on the planet. Her last 3 movies had all been huge blockbuster hits. She was wanted, desired, for almost any movie role. Studios begged her to come work for them. Directors begged her for a mere cameo if nothing else. Other stars implored her to take a part in their movies, thus guaranteeing it would be a hit. She was a wanted woman. A HUGE Star.
Never mind that she was unconventionally beautiful. One would think, if having not seen her, that she was the classic movie star beauty, the blonde bombshell like Pamela Anderson had once been. Or maybe the girl next door prettiness that was Emma Stone. But Sable was neither of those things. She was striking. With a mane of midnight black, and it was natural, NOT colored, and eyes as dark to match. Her skin was flawless, smooth, silken. Her body, so close to perfect. And, she had talent. ALOT of talent.
Sable:
Right now tho, she was leveling those intense dark eyes at her about to be former Bodyguard, Ben. No, he hadn't done anything wrong, other than fall in love and get married. And now his wife had the audacity to get pregnant. PREGNANT! Sable could only shake her head. What the hell had he been thinking. But, it was done, and the baby had arrived. Little Sally Stephensen. Sable almost cringed at the name, but she kept her mouth shut on that. It wasn't the baby's fault she got saddled with such a horrible name. But now, Ben was unable to travel, unable to meet the "always available" requirement that went with working for a Star such as she was.
SHIT.... This meant she needed to hire another Bodyguard. The thought just, well, pissed her off even more.
"Sorry does not even begin to cover it Benjamin" She always used a person's formal name when she was unhappy with them, which, let's be honest, was most of the time. "Just take your final pay and go, we are done". She was not about to get all maudlin over this. Go, get out, she was done.
Ben knew that look. He often wondered just what it meant, but in his 4 years with her, he had learned to read her somewhat. Not well, she was good at hiding her feelings, among other things. But he knew there was something, he just could never put his finger on it. He had found some, let's just call it paraphernalia, that lead him to believe that she enjoyed some of the more "extreme" aspects of sexual gratification. He knew she was not a virgin. He had escorted more than one "gentleman" from her hotel and/or home. But Ben was a good man, and just kept it to himself. Who was he to judge. But, truth be told, he was kind of glad his "relationship" was over with Sable. Kristie his wife never cared for her, and with Sally in the picture... yeah, it was time.
She took more than an hour to get her anger under control before summoning her assistant Bethany. "I need you to screen and hire a new Bodyguard. You know the drill, you know what I need, see to it and get it done NOW. I'm due in New York City next week and I need him there" "Yes Miss Sable" Bethany nodded. She had been working for Sable for 2 years. She knew what was needed, and the agency they used was reputable, never mind the fact that to work for Sable Gem, well she'd have a man in place within 24-48 hours.
After dismissing the girl, Sable poured herself a drink. The urge was there again. Gnawing at her. "NOPE" she shook her head almost violently. That urge always seemed to manifest when something upset her and this, her Bodyguard leaving, this upset her.
"NO" she again intoned, taking "that" tone of voice, as if demanding to be left alone. But she already knew, she was going to have to do something.
She was angry enough over Ben leaving to take it to the Club...
The Club... Club Whipping Post...
This was a well known BDSM club in the Center of Los Angeles. Many celebrities frequented this Club, celebrities that obviously did not care about their image. Or thought, being seen here would maybe enhance their image. They actually were making fools of themselves, at least in Sable's opinion. They never "did" anything there but gawk at the "real" patrons and what they were doing. Sable would never be caught DEAD there, well, she would never be "caught".
She had a reputation, of being charismatic, intelligent, witty, easy to approach, easy to talk to. Her fans LOVED her. The Country LOVED her. Hell, the World LOVED her. If they ever saw this side of her, the fallout would be... catastrophic. Never mind she would be humiliated to her core and that, that... she was not sure she could even deal with that. To say that was her worst fear.... But, she also "needed" to do this, to keep her "demons" at bay.
The good thing about Club Whipping Post was the fact that it was not unusual to be masked while there. It often heightened the thrill, the mystery, the allure, the depravity of what the Club, and what went on inside, was all about. Sable always went there masked, and alone. No one knew she frequented this "establishment" Not Ben, not Bethany, no one.
Tonight was a night she would need to visit the Club. To satiate that hunger inside her. And to quell the anger that Ben had left and she was going to have to deal with a new Bodyguard. Just the thought ......
Dressed all in black, she was a sight to behold. Her raven mane braided down her back, the top she wore, clung to every curve leaving little to the imagination. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Hung from her hips a long black skirt, that met with her spiked heeled ebon leather boots. And, as always, the black mask that hid her face, other than her eyes and lips, eyes as dark as a moonless night, lips, glistening moistened pink.
As she stepped in, it was relatively "quiet" it being a Sunday night. That was OK by her. She could concentrate better. In the darkness, her gaze fell upon Jerry. Jerry was a regular at the Whipping Post. He was submissive, very very submissive. That was what Sable needed. All she had to do was whistle loudly enough and Jerry heard her. He was at her feet in an instant, bowing to run his quivering lips over the leather of her boots. "Mistress" he purred. Sable let her own eyes close for a moment before she stared down at him. "Dante's Room.. Now" .....
By the time she had finished, Jerry was whimpering, crying and begging for more. No, she had not "hurt him" that was not what this was about. The pain he had felt and was still feeling was what he wanted, what he needed. Sable, her breath catching every time he moaned, begged, orgasmed and begged for more at her feet, felt her own hunger begin to wane, for now. As if she were "living, feeling" thru him. And no, she did not fuck the pliant Jerry. His orgasms can via manual manipulation or toys and nothing more. This was not about "fucking" for Sable. She could never bring herself to fuck a submissive.
But, she was not sure how long this would satisfy the craving.
Once back home, she drank, a bit too much. It was nearly 5am when she fell asleep. When Bethany checked on her at 10am, Sable demanded to be left alone for the day, "demanded" being the kind way of saying it. She nearly brought Bethany to tears. "I'll tell her about the new guy tomorrow" she said to herself. She knew better than to bother Sable when she was like this. Losing Ben had really done a number on her, but then again, any kind of change really did a number on her. "She really needs to find a man" Bethany reasoned to herself.
Oh if it were only that easy......