NOIR Leather

[Honey_B]

I walked up behind her chair, focused entirely on my prey. At that moment, the rest of the room simply did not exist. She didn't turn her head when I rested her hands on her shoulders, but a deep throaty sigh escaped her lips when I began to massage the tense muscles beneath my fingers. I could smell her - a light, floral fragrance mingled with something that hinted at her hidden heat. I leaned forward and slid my hands down over her breasts. I could feel her nipples harden as she pressed her tits against my hands and she arched her back. She…

ring… ring…


The ringing of the phone rudely snapped me out of my daydream. Lusting after my newest employee was proving distracting and I couldn’t afford it.

“NOIR Leather.”

We were a brand-new store, a purveyor of fetish toys, media, and apparel – and it was a cutthroat business. The place had been a dream of mine for as long as I could remember and it would be beyond indulgent to mix business with pleasure – at least during store hours.

As I rattled off directions to the store, the object of my desire walked through the door. I set the phone down.

“You're late.”

My voice was soft, but carried with it a thin blade of menace. Tapping my foot impatiently, I removed all traces of warmth from my expression. I knew I cut an imposing figure, standing nearly six feet in my fetish heels. It was part of the LOOK, part of the dark fantasy that was my store. In truth, I didn't just dress to please the customers. I was a dominatrix, had been for nearly ten years. Today, I was dressed simply, black leather pants with a black silk shirt. It was as businesslike as I got here at NOIR Leather.


OOC -
My character’s name is Brianna Lewis. She’s 39 years old and a dominatrix. She has long black hair that’s as straight as a rail and green eyes. Brianna has maintained her slender figure and is quite tall at 5’9”. Dressed in black leather and wielding a single-tail, she has reminded more than one submissive of a panther.

I’m looking for someone to play her newest employee – an innocent that she can seduce over to the dark side. PM me if you want to play.

 

[slowandeasy]

Judy Parker

I’m... sorry...Ms. Lewis" she stammered as she looked down at her own feet. She shifted them nervously wanting to get to her desk and start work. "It won’t happen again." she added as she
looked up briefly into Brianna’s eyes, wanting to express her sincerity.

“Those eyes .” she thought, as she shivered and her gaze moved towards her desk where she should have been already, opening mail, imputing invoices, preparing payroll, anything except
trying to avoid those piercing green eyes.

Her eyes were the first thing Judy had noticed about her new employer when she applied for the job of administrative assistant a week ago. They had made her feel warm and secure one moment and
at the next painfully uncomfortable. She had felt the same way about her new job, One day wanting to stay forever and the next day feeling like she should run away as fast as possible from this place.

“Let’s hope not.” she heard the tall imposing woman reply in a businesslike manner, as she
stepped aside allowing Judy to move to her desk. Judy moved quickly keeping her eyes downcast relieved that the confrontation was over so quickly.

At her desk she went to work immediately her small efficient hands opening the days mail and
sorting invoices and statements. A few quick strokes on the keyboard of her computer brought up
the e-mail and fax information. Her eyes darted back and forth as her fingers smoothly
maneuvered through the steps to sort print and file the appropriate information as well as make
notes to herself for later action. This was one facet of her job that she enjoyed. Her sharp and
efficient mind made it easy for her to absorb and organize information. Her sense of order and purpose demanded perfection and she rose to the task eagerly. Facts and figures were the world she understood and found satisfaction dealing with.

She took a deep breath and smiled to herself. The rich musky odor of leather, another reason she
remained here. She thought of her adolescence, the riding stables, the smell of sweaty horseflesh
mixed with her own perspiration as she unsaddled her horse and combed his sweaty steamy flanks, cleaned and put away the tack and satiated sank into the tall green grass to relax before returning to the house. These memories sustained as she adapted to her new life in the city.

At times like these, when a confrontation such as the one she just had, her mind wandered while
her hands routinely did the business of the day. “Why had she come to the city?, taken this job? She knew of course, the logical answer. Her father had gone bankrupt. Breeding and raising horses for racing was a rich mans hobby and her father had not been a rich man. True he had raised a winner but one winner didn’t feed a stable full of mares. fillies, and colts. It did however pay for a technical school education for his only daughter and Judy was thankful for that.

The obvious place to go , after tech school was the city, where the most lucrative jobs were available. The help wanted add in the paper had been misleading at least to Judy and when she
found out the kind of store NOIR Leather was she almost bolted, but the smell of leather and the prospect of a good paying job. held her.” At least for a week she told herself.” The city was cold the people distant and she was lonely. At least Ms. Lewis had seemed to have a genuine interest
in her welfare appreciated her work and though her looks were sometimes unsettling and her way
of dressing and manner strange to her, Judy supposed it was her way of being the owner of this
very peculiar store. There were times when Judy felt secure and comfortable being near her.

Even though Brianna hadn't left the room Judy felt her watching. As long as she kept her hands
and mnd busy she felt approval.
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OOC: Honey B has graciously accepted my humble request to play the part of her "innocent". I wish to let all who read know that I am a male playing a female part. I sincerely hope that I can do justice to a monumentual task.